As A Woman, I Find It Very

I Used To Think Romantic Love Was A Neurosis Shared By Two, A Supreme Foolishness. I No Longer Think That. There's Nothing Foolish In Loving Anyone. Thinking You'll Be Loved In Return Is What's Foolish.

One Of The Keys To Happiness Is A Bad Memory.

Oh Well, Maybe The Only Beauty Left In Cities Is In The Oil Slicks On The Road And Maybe There Isn't Any Beauty Left In The People Who Live In These Places.

It's A Big Jump From Smart To Motherwit.

It's An Act Of Faith To Be A Writer In A Postliterate World.