The Clock Talked Loud. I Threw It

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

Every Woman Who Writes Is A Survivor.

There Are Worse Words Than Cuss-words, There Are Words That Hurt.

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

It Is A Long Baptism Into The Seas Of Humankind, My Daughter. Better Immersion Than To Live Untouched.