I Also Had Nightmares. Somehow

Writing Is Alchemy. Dross Becomes Gold. Experience Is Transformed. Pain Is Changed. Suffering May Become Song. The Ordinary Or Horrible Is Pushed By The Will Of The Writer Into Grace Or Redemption, A Prophetic Wail, A Screed For Justice, An Elegy Of Sadness Or Sorrow. ... There Is Always A Tension Between Experience And The Thing That Finally Carries It Forward, Bears Its Weight, Holds It In. Without That Tension, One Might As Well Write A Shopping List.

Can Women Make Use Of Men's Vulnerability Not To Marry But Instead To Destroy Male Power?

Does The Sun Ask Itself, "am I Good? Am I Worthwhile? Is There Enough Of Me?" No, It Burns And It Shines. Does The Sun Ask Itself, "what Does The Moon Think Of Me? How Does Mars Feel About Me Today?" No It Burns, It Shines. Does The Sun Ask Itself, "am I As Big As Other Suns In Other Galaxies?" No, It Burns, It Shines.

Feminist Art May... Though Perhaps Our Imaginations Are So Mutilated Now That We Are Incapable Even Of The Ambition, Introduce A New Theme... Should We Call It 'joy'?

One Of The Differences Between Marriage And Prostitution Is That In Marriage You Only Have To Make A Deal With One Man.