To Die On A Dying Earth -

Real Artists, It Seems To Me, Are Those Who Don't Repeat Themselves.

When One Culture Has The Big Guns And The Other Has None, There Is A Certain Predictablity About The Outcome.

Privileged Groups, Like Everyone Else, Want To Think Well Of Themselves And To Believe That They Are Acting Generously And Justly.

Sit A Man On His Ass With Nothing To Do But Eat And The First Thing That Goes Is His Mind. It Never Fails.

Leaning Her Silly, Beautiful, Drunken Head On My Shoulder, She Said, "oh, Esther, I Don't Want To Be A Feminist. I Don't Enjoy It. It's No Fun." "i Know," I Said. "i Don't Either." People Think You Decide To Be A "radical," For God's Sake, Like Deciding To Be A Librarian Or A Ship's Chandler. You "make Up Your Mind," You "commit Yourself" (sounds Like A Mental Hospital, Doesn't It?). I Said Don't Worry, We Could Be Buried Together And Have Engraved On Our Tombstone The Awful Truth, Which Some Day Somebody Will Understand: We Wuz Pushed.