My Heroines Are Part Of Me And

There Is Something Fearfully Strengthening About Cutting Free Even If The Ties Bandage The Heart Itself.

Then I Did The Simplest Thing In The World. I Leaned Down... And Kissed Him. And The World Cracked Open.

Ours Is An Upbeat, A Hurried, Hasty Beat. It Keeps Pressing Us To Go Farther, To Include Everything So That We Can Savor Everything, So That We Can Know Everything, So That We Will Miss Nothing. Partly It's Greed, But Mainly Its Curiosity. We Just Want To Experience It. And We Do.

Many Other Women Have Kicked Higher, Balanced Longer, Or Turned Faster. These Are Poor Substitutes For Passion.

To Make Up A Dance, I Still Need, As I Needed Then, A Pot Of Tea, Walking Space, Privacy And An Idea.