Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

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

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

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

And here is our girl, looking-- If possible, worse than before. (You thought this was Cinderella transistorized?)

Certainly my inner world will never be a peaceful place of bloom; it will have some peace, and occasional riots of bloom, but always a little fight going on too. There is no way I can be peacefully happy in this society and in this skin. I am committed to Uneasy Street. I like it; it is my idea that this street leads to the future, and that I am being true to a way of life which is not here yet, but is more real than what is here.

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.