Men And Women Can Never Be Close.

Because If One Has An Image, However Dim And Romantic, Of A Journey's End, One May, In The End, Surely Reach It, After No Matter How Many Detours And Deceptions And Abandonings Of Hope. And Hope Could Never Have Been Entirely Abandoned, Even In The Worst Days.

Some Of What We Read In Classical Literature Is Not Relative To Our Condition, But Then Many Women Novelists And Poets Have Turned It Upside Down And Told The Stories From The Other Point Of View.

The Middle Years, Caught Between Children And Parents, Free Of Neither: The Past Stretches Back Too Densely, It Is Too Thickly Populated, The Future Has Not Yet Thinned Out.

How Extraordinary People Are, That They Get Themselves Into Such Situations Where They Go On Doing What They Dislike Doing, And Have No Need Or Obligation To Do, Simply Because It Seems To Be Expected.

I'd Rather Be At The End Of A Dying Tradition, Which I Admire, Than At The Beginning Of A Tradition Which I Deplore.