Writers Are Interesting People, But Often Mean

Rebels Seldom Make Good Revolutionaries, Because Organized Action, Even Union With Other People, Is Not Possible For Them.

No One Can Argue Any Longer About The Rights Of Women. It's Like Arguing About Earthquakes.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

It Was An Unspoken Pleasure, That Having Come Together So Many Years, Ruined So Much And Repaired A Little, We Had Endured.

My Mother Was Dead For Five Years Before I Knew That I Had Loved Her Very Much.