When I Was 11, The Whole World

I Learned Also That The Best Way To Keep Out Of Trouble Was By Never Complaining Or Asking For Anything.

I'm A Failure As A Woman. My Men Expect So Much Of Me, Because Of The Image They've Made Of Me- And That I've Made Of Myself- As A Sex Symbol. They Expect Bells To Ring And Whistles To Whistle, But My Anatomy Is The Same As Any Other Woman's And I Can't Live Up To It.

In Life, We Weep At The Thought Of Death. In Death, Perhaps We Weep At The Thought Of Life.

Ever Notice How 'what The Hell' Is Always The Right Answer?

No Sex Is Wrong, If There's Love In It.