Women Have No Wilderness In Them They

But Childhood Prolonged, Cannot Remain A Fairyland. It Becomes A Hell.

I Hope That One Or Two Immortal Lyrics Will Come Out Of All This Tumbling Around.

...in A Time Lacking In Truth And Certainty And Filled With Anguish And Despair, No Woman Should Be Shamefaced In Attempting To Give Back To The World, Through Her Work, A Portion Of Its Lost Heart.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

... Politics Are Nothing But Sand And Gravel: It Is Art And Life That Feed Us Until We Die. Everything Else Is Ambition, Hysteria Or Hatred.