For the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.

Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!

I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater.

I believe only in money, not in love or tenderness. Love and tenderness meant only pain and suffering and defeat. I would not let it ruin me as it ruined others! I would speak only with money, hard money.

When I was a girl, the West was still young, and the law of force, of physical force, was dominant.

I joined another circle and the leader gave us a little leaflet in very small print, asking us to read it carefully and then come prepared to ask questions. It was a technical Marxist subject and I did not understand it nor did I know what questions to ask.

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.