Can true function arise from basic dysfunction?

Hope is a slow business.

Sometimes you must go against the wheel's turn.

The menopause is probably the least glamorous topic imaginable; and this is interesting, because it is one of the very few topics to which cling some shreds and remnants of taboo. A serious mention of menopause is usually met with uneasy silence; a sneering reference to it is usually met with relieved sniggers. Both the silence and the sniggering are pretty sure indications of taboo.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

It's probably simply a matter of temperament that I never stopped to wonder if I could "match" what I had done, never choked off my writing by competing with myself, or with anybody else for that matter. My ambition was absolutely centered on the work itself, never on what it would bring me, or "who" it would make me. I never cared about that at all.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.