Maybe All The Schemes Of The Devil

I Will Die Like A True-blue Rebel. Don't Waste Any Time In Mourning - Organize.

Love Requires Context.

You Can't Let Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth.

We'll Have Freedom, Love And Health/when The Grand Red Flag Is Flying, In The Workers' Commonwealth.

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.