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As A Prose Writer, I Work With Language; And Those Who Work With Language Turn To Poetry For Renewal.

Do You Know How Hard It Is To Make A Home?... That's Something That A Woman Does From Inside Herself. You Do It In The Face Of All Sorts Of Opposition. Husbands Are Very Appreciative When It Works Out Well. But They're Not That Anxious To Help. It's Understandable. They Don't Know How.

It Is Not That Love Sometimes Makes Mistakes, But That It Is, Essentially, A Mistake. We Fall In Love When Our Imagination Projects Nonexistent Perfections On To Another Person. One Day The Phantasmagoria Vanishes, And With It Love Dies.

From 1968 On, I Was Pretty Much The Black, Gay Sf Writer.

Pain ... After You've Lived With It Long Enough, Isn't Pain Anymore. It's Something Else.