Fashion: The Search For A New Absurdity.

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

I Judge People's Charm By The Ease With Which I Express Myself In Their Presence.

Perhaps A Reign Of Powerful Women Is Necessary To Make, Or Unmake When Need Be, Powerful Men. Women Would Not Waste So Readily And Uselessly The Lives They Had Such Care And Pain In Bearing. Why Should They Submit To The Massacre Of The Innocent, One Generation After Another ... And Allow Them To Be Brought Up As Live-stock For The Inevitable Killing?

Albinos Aren't Reproached For Having Pink Eyes And Whitish Hair, Why Should They Hold It Again Me For Being A Lesbian? It's A Question Of Nature: My Queerness Isn't A Vice, Isn't 'deliberate,' And Harms No One.

What Makes Bad Writers So Annoying Is Their Good Passages.