Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.

I'll watch a movie only if it meets the following criteria: 1. It has to have at least two women in it. 2. Who talk to each other. 3. About something besides a man.

When I was growing up in the 1960s, there was starting to be more books geared towards young adults.

She has given me a way out.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure