Blaming Women Is Always In Fashion.

The Older We Get, The More Jewish We Become In My Family.

I Convinced Myself That Sadness And Compromise Were The Ways Of The World.

Throughout Much Of History, Women Writers Have Capitulated To Male Standards, And Have Paid Too Much Heed To What Virginia Woolf Calls "the Angel In The House." She Is That Little Ghost Who Sits On One's Shoulder While One Writes And Whispers, "be Nice, Don't Say Anything That Will Embarrass The Family, Don't Say Anything Your Man Will Disapprove Of ..." [ellipsis In Original] The "angel In The House" Castrates One's Creativity Because It Deprives One Of Essential Honesty, And Many Women Writers Have Yet To Win The Freedom To Be Honest With Themselves.

I Am Not Sure If Love Is A Salve Or Just A Deeper Kind Of Wound.

Don't Ye Know That Ev'ry Soul On Earth Feels Itself To Be An Orphan?