Can you be happy with the movies, and the ads, and the clothes in the stores, and the doctors, and the eyes as you walk down the street all telling you there is something wrong with you? No. You cannot be happy. Because, you poor darling baby, you believe them.

Were also far enough from the publishing power that we have no access to the politics of publishing, although there are interpersonal politics, of course.

I am here, come closer," the old donkey said with her eyes. "I will mother you.

Sometimes just looking at [my parents] I wanted to bash their heads with a tire iron. Not to kill them, just to wake them up.

American culture is torn between our long romance with violence and our terror of the devastation wrought by war and crime and environmental havoc.

Prior to penicillin and medical research, death was an everyday occurrence. It was intimate.

Asked why they wanted to fight, the young women said they enjoyed it, just as some men and boys do.