Families Make Possible The Super-exploitation Of Women

Men Know Everything - All Of Them - All The Time - No Matter How Stupid Or Inexperienced Or Arrogant Or Ignorant They Are.

Men Love Death. In Everything They Make, They Hollow Out A Central Place For Death, Let Its Rancid Smell Contaminate Every Dimension Of Whatever Still Survives. Men Especially Love Murder. In Art They Celebrate It, And In Life They Commit It. They Embrace Murder As If Life Without It Would Be Devoid Of Passion, Meaning, And Action, As If Murder Were Solace, Stilling Their Sobs As They Mourn The Emptiness And Alienation Of Their Lives.

The Creative Mind Is Intelligence In Action In The World.

No Woman Needs Intercourse; Few Women Escape It.

I Love Books The Way I Love Nature. ... I Can Imagine Now That A Time Will Come, That It Is Almost Upon Us, When No One Will Love Books ... It Is No Accident, I Think, That Books And Nature (as We Know It) May Disappear Simultaneously From Human Experience. There Is No Mind-body Split.