Women's Lib? I couldn't stand it.
Reading, not just an escape, but an exercise in living.
But what was a body? Dust, dung, urine, itches. It was the light within which was important, and it was not significant if that light endured after death, or if the soul was blinded eternally in the endless night of the suspired flesh.
I often reread books I have written
If they can't do it in California, it can't be done anywhere.
Corrupt citizens breed corrupt rulers, and it is the mob who finally decides when virtue shall die.