Character Is Fate.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.

Once One Has Seen God, What Is The Remedy?

Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative Female Write A Damn Thing Worthwhile?

Every Woman Adores A Fascist, The Boot In The Face, The Brute Brute Heart Of A Brute Like You.

Some Pale, Hueless Flicker Of Sensitivity Is In Me. God, Must I Lose It In Cooking Scrambled Eggs For A Man.