He Said, 'always. Always.

A Son Ain't What A Woman Say. A Son Is What A Man Do.

Like Any Artist Without An Art Form, She Became Dangerous.

Would It Be All Right? Would It Be All Right To Go Ahead And Feel? Go Ahead And Count On Something?

The Screams Of A Hurt Woman Were Indistinguishable From Everyday Traffic.

When You Think Of Sexual Liberation, Which Women Wanted To Have Or Not Have Children, Which Is The Choice, Not A Command, And Other Kinds Of Things They Wanted In Their Relationships With Their Husbands, Or Partners Or What Have You, Became For Subsequent Generations Some License That They Themselves Feel, That Is Absolutely Demeaning And Mean Younger And Younger And Younger.