Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

I don't see what women see in other women," I'd told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. "What does a woman see in a woman that she can't see in a man?" Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, "Tenderness.

At this rate, I'd be lucky if I wrote a page a day. Then I knew what the problem was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I'd never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? A girl I knew had just won a prize for a short story about her adventures among the pygmies in Africa. How could I compete with that sort of thing?

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted.