The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.