Conventional History Completely Ignores Half The Human

That's Maturity-when You Realize That You've Finally Arrived At A State Of Ignorance As Profound As Your Parents.

He Hesitated For A Moment. Then He Said Softly, "i Love You, Mother." He Took My Hand And Kissed It, And Folded My Fingers Round The Stem Of The Rose. He Had Stripped It Of Its Thorns.

Children, I Feel, Are As Much Entitled To Privacy As Human Beings.

Loving Someone Condemns You To A Lifetime Of Fear. You Become Painfully Conscious Of How Fragile People Are - Bundles Of Brittle Bones And Vulnerable Flesh, Breeding Grounds For Billions Of Deadly Germs And Horrible Diseases.

I Do Not Scruple To Employ Mendacity And A Fictitious Appearance Of Female Incompetence When The Occasion Demands It.