There Is Really No Right And Wrong.

When I Wrote My Book I Wanted To Love Someone. I Wanted To Be In Love. Now I Know That I Shall Never Be In Love - And I No Longer Wish To Be.

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.