He Who Cries, 'what Do I Care

What I Felt Then I Feel Now: The Inexorable, Unchanging Interior Hum Of Doubt And Hope.

Paradise Is Only For Those Who Have Already Been There.

Advances In Technology Neither Impede Nor Augment Literature.

Women Who Write With An Overriding Consciousness That They Write As Women Are Engaged Not In Aspiration Toward Writing, But Chiefly In A Politics Of Sex.

Real Apprenticeship Is Ultimately Always To The Self.