I Don't Remember One Thing

She And I Just Don't See Eye To Eye Together. She's A Square. She Keeps Telling Me That I'm Too Interested In Chess, That I Should Get Friends Outside Of Chess, You Can't Make A Living From Chess, That I Should Finish High School And All That Nonsense. She Keeps In My Hair And I Don't Like People In My Hair, You Know, So I Had To Get Rid Of Her.

I Would Rather Be Free In My Mind, And Be Locked Up In A Prison Cell, Than To Be A Coward And Not Be Able To Say What I Want.

All My Games Are Real

My Sister Bought Me A Set At A Candy Store And Taught Me The Moves.

They're All Weak, All Women. They're Stupid Compared To Men. They Shouldn't Play Chess, You Know. They're Like Beginners. They Lose Every Single Game Against A Man. There Isn't A Woman Player In The World I Can't Give Knight-odds To And Still Beat.