I Live In A Room

No One Can Argue Any Longer About The Rights Of Women. It's Like Arguing About Earthquakes.

Nobody Knows What You Want Except You, And No One Will Be As Sorry As You If You Don't Get It.

A Theme Is Always Necessary, A Plain, Simple, Unadorned Theme To Confuse The Ignorant.

My Mother Was Dead For Five Years Before I Knew That I Had Loved Her Very Much.

Intellectuals Can Tell Themselves Anything, Sell Themselves Any Bill Of Goods, Which Is Why They Were So Often Patsies For The Ruling Classes In 19th-century France And England, Or 20th-century Russia And America.