It Wasn't So Easy Though, Ending The

For If The World Treats You Well, Sir, You Come To Believe You Are Deserving Of It.

Life's Not Fair; Why Should I Be?

I Was Unfair To Him, Of Course, But Where Would I Have Been Without Unfairness? In Thrall, In Harness. Young Women Need Unfairness, It's One Of Their Few Defenses. They Need Their Callousness, They Need Their Ignorance. They Walk In The Dark, Along The Edges Of High Cliffs, Humming To Themselves, Thinking Themselves Invulnerable.

I Write As If I've Lived A Lot Of Things I Haven't Lived.

Eating Is Our Earliest Metaphor, Preceding Our Consciousness Of Gender Difference, Race, Nationality, And Language. We Eat Before We Talk.