It's Hard For Me To Talk About

And When Is There Time To Remember, To Sift, To Weigh, To Estimate, To Total?

I Know That I Haven’t Powers Enough To Divide Myself Into One Who Earns And One Who Creates.

Writers In A Profit Making Economy Are An Exploitable Commodity Whose Works Are Products To Be Marketed, And Are So Judged And Handled.

She Would Not Exchange Her Solitude For Anything. Never Again To Be Forced To Move To The Rhythms Of Others.

The Clock Talked Loud. I Threw It Away, It Scared Me What It Talked.