Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.

Rats live on no evil star

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.

... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.