At This Point I Meet Me Face

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.

The Highest Thing One Can Do In Literature Is To Succeed In Saying That Thing Which One Meant To Say. There Is Nothing Better Than That - To Make The World See Your Thoughts As You See Them.

Let Me But Make A Beginning, Let Me But Strike The World In A Vulnerable Spot, And I Can Take It By Storm.

I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant Involuntary Self-analysis.

Except Two Breeds - The Stupid And The Narrowly Feline - All Women Have A Touch Of The Lesbian: An Assertion All Good Non-analytic Creatures Refute With Horror, But Quite True: There Is Always The Poignant Intensive Personal Taste, The Flair Of Inner-sex, In The Tenderest Friendships Of Women.