Some People Who Think They Are In

You Have To Be A Lover Of Books Without Expecting More Of Them Than They Give - A Little Pleasure, A Little Insight, A Moment Of Escape, A Deepening Of Your Own Humanity. Not Much Else.

Decay Is Quiet But Ghastly, Explosion Is Dramatic And Dreadful. There's Not Much To Choose Between The Two Of Them In Reality, And Most Of Our Lives Have Sufficient Of Both.

You Need Your Freedom. You Need To Be Able To Do What You Want To Do As A Journalist, As A Person Who's Speaking For Other Women As You Speak For Yourself, And You Make A Choice. You Have To Be Tough Enough To Take The Consequences Of That Choice.

Our Mythology Tells Us So Much About Fathers And Sons. ... What Do We Know About Mothers And Daughters? ... Our Power Is So Oblique, So Hidden, So Ethereal A Matter, That We Rarely Struggle With Our Daughters Over Actual Kingdoms Or Corporate Shares. On The Other Hand, Our Attractiveness Dries As Theirs Blooms, Our Journey Shortens Just As Theirs Begins. We Too Must Be Afraid And Awed And Amazed That We Cannot Live Forever And That Our Replacements Are Eager For Their Turn, Indifferent To Our Wishes, Ready To Leave Us Behind.

I Think That Certainly The Artists Of The '40s, '50s And '60s Were Fighting A Very Conformist Society, Which Didn't Give Them Enough Space To Live Or Create, And They Were Bucking All Kinds Of Spoken And Unspoken Rules.