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

I am one of those that always get accidentally guillotined when the Great Day of Liberation comes, because ... I guess ... I am full of parentheses. Revolutions can't abide parentheses.

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

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

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

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

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.