What Other People Think Of Me Is

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

When I Grew Up, You Needed To Have Straight Hair. It's Symbolic Of Needing To Be Like Everyone Else, Needing To Look Like Everyone Else. And What That Meant Was Looking Like The Dominant Ruling Class In America.

Friendship Needs Both Confidences And Confidence In The Other's Outstretched Hand.

You Have To Be A Lover Of Books Without Expecting More Of Them Than They Give - A Little Pleasure, A Little Insight, A Moment Of Escape, A Deepening Of Your Own Humanity. Not Much Else.

A Person Who Has No Secrets Is A Liar. We Always Fold Ourselves Away From Others Just Enough To Preserve A Secret Or Two, Something That We Cannot Share Without Destroying Our Inner Landscape.