Fundamentalism is dictatorship of the mind
For Mum, life was fundamentally hell. You went blind, you got raped, people forgot your birthday, Nixon got elected, your husband fled with a blonde from Beckenham, and then you got old, you couldn't walk and you died.
You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.
I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul.
What a quality of innocence people have when they don't expect to be harmed.
I began to enjoy my own generosity; I felt the pleasure of pleasing others, especially as this was accompanied by money-power. I was paying for them; they were grateful, they had to be; and they could no longer see me as a failure.