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It Didn't Occur To Me That My Books Would Be Widely Read At All, And That Enabled Me To Write Anything I Wanted To. And Even Once I Realized That They Were Being Read, I Still Wrote As If I Were Writing In Secret. That's How One Has To Write Anyway--in Secret.

Can You Stop Your Mother From Singing To You? Who Would Do Such A Thing?

A Woman's Body Is The Gate To This Life. A Man's Body Is The Gate To The Next Life.

There Are Ways Of Being Abandoned Even When Your Parents Are Right There.

I Stood There In The Shadowed Doorway Thinking With My Tears. Yes, Tears Can Be Thoughts, Why Not?