One Sank Into The Ancient

Today's Shocks Are Tomorrow's Conventions.

We Women Have Lived Too Much With Closure: "if He Notices Me, If I Marry Him, If I Get Into College, If I Get This Work Accepted, If I Get This Job" -- There Always Seems To Loom The Possibility Of Something Being Over, Settled, Sweeping Clear The Way For Contentment. This Is The Delusion Of A Passive Life. When The Hope For Closure Is Abandoned, When There Is An End To Fantasy, Adventure For Women Will Begin.

One Sank Into The Ancient Sin Of Anomie When Challenges Failed.

What Marks A Writer Is This: Until She - Or He, Of Course - Writes Down Whatever Happened, Turns It Into A Story, It Hasn't Really Happened, It Hasn't Shape, Form, Reality.

Cynic' Is The Sentimentalist's Name For The Realist.