It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.

There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.

I have always espoused chastity except when one can no longer resist the temptation.

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.