My Face Too Blind, My Mind Too

In Expressing Love We Belong Among The Undeveloped Countries.

I Am Deeply Moved When I Write. I Get Turned On By It. I've Never Used Any Drugs For Stimulation. I Don't Use Words Loosely. When I'm Working And The Right Word Comes, There Is An Answering Resonance Within Me. There Is Also A Hardness Of Intention That Goes With It. There Is No Idleness In It.

Anxiety Destroys Scale, And Suffering Makes Us Lose Perspective.

I'm Afraid There's Nothing We Can Do About The Journalists; We Can Only Hope That They Will Die Off As The Deerflies Do Towards The End Of August.

If Women Are Expected To Do The Same Work As Men, We Must Teach Them The Same Things.