There Were 117 Psychoanalysts On The Pan

Writers Are Doubters, Compulsives, Self-flagellants. The Torture Only Stops For Brief Moments.

Harriet Van Horne He Makes Love To Me Expertly, Mechanically, Coldly... He's Pressing All My Buttons, As If I Were A Pocket Calculator.

Language Can't Be Appropriated By One Person, One Poet. The Words Belong To All Of Us.

Court, In Our Society, Is Often The Last Resort Of Stubbornness.

Not Everybody Has To Be A Parent. In Fact, In An Overpopulated World Where Our Resources Are Shrinking, It Would Be Wonderful If People Who Didn't Want Children Felt Free To Say So. In The 1970s, There Was More Tolerance For The Idea That Not Everybody Needs To Be A Biological Parent.