I Would Like To Be Writing More

Having My Animals Or My Children With Me Exorcises That Feeling Of Not Being Wanted.

You Send The Best Of This Country Off To Be Shot And Maimed. No Wonder The Kids Rebel And Take Pot.

I Am The Last Of The Mohicans, The Creme De La Creme Of Cabaret.

A Cat Is A Cat. She Has No Race Creed Or Collar.

The Children Of America Are Not Rebelling For No Reason. They Are Not Hippies For No Reason At All. We Don’t Have What We Have On Sunset Blvd. For No Reason. They Are Rebelling Against Something. There Are So Many Things Burning The People Of This Country, Particularly Mothers. They Feel They Are Going To Raise Sons—and I Know What It's Like, And You Have Children Of Your Own, Mrs. Johnson—we Raise Children And Send Them To War.