But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.

New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.... Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I could mold my life according to some desire of my own. But here in New York I was ignorant, insignificant, unimportant--one in millions whose destiny concerned no one. New York did not even know of my existence. Nor did it care.

There are many men - such as those often to be found among the Indians - who are refined until they have qualities often attributed to the female sex. Yet they are men, and strong ones.

I have always detested the belief that sex is the chief bond between man and woman. Friendship is far more human.