Normal Is Absolutely My Least Favorite Word.

Ardent, Intelligent, Sweet, Sensitive, Cultivated, Erudite. These Are The Adjectives Of Praise In An Androgynous World. Those Who Consider Them Epithets Of Shame Or Folly Ought Not To Be Trusted With Leadership, For They Will Be Men Hot For Power And Revenge, Certain Of Right And Wrong.

In Former Days, Everyone Found The Assumption Of Innocence So Easy; Today We Find Fatally Easy The Assumption Of Guilt.

Whether Deliberately, Unconsciously Or Accidentally, She Seems To Have Composed Her Own Life So That Its Fitful, Rudderless, And Self-doubting First Half Was Alchemized Into Gold When The Austere Bluestocking Became The Fallen Woman.

Most Full Lives Are Filled With Empty Gestures.

Quoting, Like Smoking, Is A Dirty Habit To Which I Am Devoted.