To Be A Rebel Is Not To

You Have To Be A Little Patient If You're An Artist. People Don't Always Get You The First Time.

During Depression The World Disappears. Language Itself. One Has Nothing To Say. Nothing. No Small Talk, No Anecdotes. Nothing Can Be Risked On The Board Of Talk. Because The Inner Voice Is So Urgent In Its Own Discourse: How Shall I Live? How Shall I Manage The Future? Why Should I Go On?

We Are Naïve And Moralistic Women. We Are Human Beings. Who Find Politics A Blight Upon The Human Condition. And Do Not Know How One Copes With It Except Through Politics.

It May Be That A Second Wave Of The Sexual Revolution Might At Last Accomplish Its Aim Of Freeing Half The Race From Its Immemorial Subordination--and In The Process Bring Us All A Great Deal Closer To Humanity. It May Be That We Shall Even Be Able To Retire Sex From The Harsh Realities Of Politics, But Not Until We Have Created A World We Can Bear Out Of The Desert We Inhabit.

Coitus Can Scarcely Be Said To Take Place In A Vacuum; Although Of Itself It Appears A Biological And Physical Activity, It Is Set So Deeply Within The Larger Context Of Human Affairs That It Serves As A Charged Microcosm Of The Variety Of Attitudes And Values To Which Culture Subscribes. Among Other Things, It May Serve As A Model Of Sexual Politics On An Individual Or Personal Plane.