I Am 46, And Have Been For

You Are Wrong If You Think You Cannot Live Without Love. I Cannot Live Without It. I Do Not Mean That I Go Into A Decline, Develop Odd Symptoms, Became A Caricature. I Mean That I Cannot Live Well Without It. I Cannot Think Or Act Or Speak Or Write Or Even Dream With Any Kind Of Energy In The Absence Of Love. I Feel Excluded From The Living World. I Become Cold, Fish-like, Immobile. I Implode.

The Self-fulfilled Woman Is Far From Reality.

Problems Of Human Behavior Still Continue To Baffle Us, But At Least In The Library We Have Them Properly Filed.

It Will Be A Pity If Women In The More Conventional Mould Are To Be Phased Out, For There Will Never Be Anyone To Go Home To.

Writing Has Freed Me From The Despair Of Living.