I may be ugly and clumsy, but one thing I'm not, I'm not retarded.

I learned to shoot more accurately because my teachers held the targets.

How unlike a dead fish a live fish is.

Before we can leave our parents, they stuff our heads like the suitcases which they jam-pack with homemade underwear.

I'd like to go to New Society Village someday and find out exactly how far I can walk before people stop talking like me.

I am confirmed in my belief that war is utter destructive violent chaos. There is no "art," no "order(s)," no "just war." No matter what the ideologies, wars are the same.

Not many women got to live out the daydream of women—to have a room, even a section of a room, that only gets messed up when she messes it up herself.