The Work Of The World Is Common

On This Twelfth Day Of My Diet I Would Rather Die Satiated Than Slim.

A Strong Woman Is A Woman At Work, Cleaning Out The Cesspool Of The Ages, And While She Shovels, She Talks About How She Doesn't Mind Crying, It Opens The Ducts Of The Eyes, And Throwing Up Develops The Stomach Muscles, And She Goes On Shoveling With Tears In Her Nose.

I Don't Think Writers Change The Past Any More Than Other People Do, Except In So Far As We May Mine Our Lives And Change Things For Fictional Use.

I Am My Mother's Daughter,... I Am Her Only Novel.

Purple As Tulips In May, Mauve Into Lush Velvet, Purple As The Stain Blackberries Leave On The Lips, On The Hands, The Purple Of Ripe Grapes Sunlit And Warm As Flesh.