My Goal In Life Is To Change

In A Great Gasp, Puts Her Head In Her Hands Again And Cries As If Her Throat Were A Cave, As If The Howling Winds Came From Her Belly, She Cries Like A Storm That Will Never End.

All Men Are Rapists And That's All They Are

It Isn't Success After All, Is It, If It Isn't An Expression Of Your Deepest Energies?

Survival Is An Art. It Requires The Dulling Of The Mind And The Senses, And A Delicate Attunement To Waiting, Without Insisting On Precision About Just What It Is You Are Waiting For.

Anyone Determined To Find Another Person Or Group Inferior Can Always Find Whole Lists Of Grounds That Demonstrate Inferiority Because We Are All Inferior To The Ideals Of Humanness We Have Erected.