Women Who Pay Their Own Rent Don't

Were Also Far Enough From The Publishing Power That We Have No Access To The Politics Of Publishing, Although There Are Interpersonal Politics, Of Course.

In The End I Would Always Pull Up With A Sense Of Glory, That Loving Is The Strong Side. It's Feeble To Be An Object. What's The Point Of Being Loved In Return, I'd Ask Myself.

Freedom Within Any Kind Of Social Structure - The Whole Issue Of Exactly What The Human Animal Is - Is An Ongoing Preoccupation Of Mine. And I Certainly Don't Think I've Come To The End Of That Exploration, And With Any Luck, I Never Will. But I'm Very Curious About Exactly What Kind Of Beast We Are. We're So Complicated.

He Must Love Me, I Thought, Amazed. A Faint Whiff Of Nausea Hit Me At Seeing Pain As Proof Of Love, But It Seemed True. Unavoidable.

In My Next Life, I Plan To Be A More Respectable Creature. For Now, This Is What Is Given To Us. So I Don't Know - I Think We're All Freaks At Heart. I Think Some People Strive Desperately To Be Normal, And I Think Other People Strive To Be Abnormal.