You Are A Total Stranger And You

It Was Not The Brutality Of What Occurred Next That Changed My Mind And Brought Home To Me The Full Meaning Of Fear. It Was The Brilliance Of It.

There Is Nothing Harder, At Moments, Than Talking To Someone Who Has All The Power Of Silence.

Today I Will Go To Wait For Her Again, Because I Cannot Help It, Because My Whole Being Seems Now To Be Bound Up In The Being Of One So Different From Myself And Yet So Exquisitely Familiar That I Can Scarely Understand What Has Happened.

It Was Strange, I Reflected.. That Even In The Weirdest Circumstances, The Most Troubling Episodes Of One's Life, The Greatest Divides From Home And Familiarity, There Were These Moments Of Undeniable Joy.

It's A Shame For Women's History To Be All About Men--first Boys, Then Other Boys, Then Men Men Men. It Reminds Me Of The Way Our School History Textbooks Were All About Wars And Elections, One War After Another, With The Dull Periods Of Peace Skimmed Over Whenever They Occurred. (our Teachers Deplored This And Added Extra Units About Social History And Protest Movements, But That Was Still The Message Of The Books.)