Evolution Is What It Is.

Older Women Can Afford To Agree That Femininity Is A Charade, A Matter Of Colored Hair, Ecru Lace And Whalebones, The Kind Of Slap And Tat That Transvestites Are In Love With, And No More.

If Female Liberation Is To Happen, If The Reservoir Of Real Female Love Is To Be Tapped, This Sterile Self-deception Must Be Counteracted. The Only Literary Form Which Could Outsell Romantic Trash On The Female Market Is Hard-core Pornography.

There Is No Such Thing As Security. There Never Has Been.

Security Is When Everything Is Settled, When Nothing Can Happen To You; Security Is The Denial Of Life.

One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By The Path Of The Night.