There is no solid satisfaction in any career for a woman like myself. There is no home, no true freedom, no hope, no joy, no expectation for tomorrow, no contentment. I would rather cook a meal for a man and bring him his slippers and feel myself in the protection of his arms than have all the citations and awards and honors I have received worldwide, including the Ribbon of Legion of Honor and my property and my bank accounts. They mean nothing to me. And I am only one among the millions of sad women like myself.

Women's Lib? I couldn't stand it.

At 8, I made a pact with God.

One, if one is sensible, blames government, not the servers of government, not those entangled in their governments.

My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.

I am the skeptic of skeptics.

Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.