In My Sex Fantasy, Nobody Ever Loves

Reading Is Everything. Reading Makes Me Feel Like I've Accomplished Something, Learned Something, Become A Better Person. Reading Makes Me Smarter. Reading Gives Me Something To Talk About Later On. Reading Is The Unbelievably Healthy Way My Attention Deficit Disorder Medicates Itself. Reading Is Escape, And The Opposite Of Escape; It's A Way To Make Contact With Reality After A Day Of Making Things Up, And It's A Way Of Making Contact With Someone Else's Imagination After A Day That's All Too Real. Reading Is Grist. Reading Is Bliss.

I Have Always Thought It Was A Terrible Shame That The Women's Movement Didn't Realise How Much Easier It Was To Reach People By Making Them Laugh Than By Shaking A Fist And Saying, 'don't You See How Oppressed You Are.

So Much Of What I See Reminds Me Of Something I Read In A Book, When Shouldn't It Be The Other Way Around?

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

We Weren't Meant To Have Futures, We Were Meant To Marry Them. We Weren't Meant To Have Politics, Or Careers That Mattered, Or Opinions, Or Lives; We Were Meant To Marry Them. If You Wanted To Be An Architect, You Married An Architect.