Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first woman in some damned occupation.

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

Any chance beats no chance.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.