“Flesh is merely a lesson. We learn it & pass on.”

I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.

I believe that women should live for love, for motherhood and for intellect, and I believe we shouldn’t have to choose. And I believe that’s always been difficult for women, to express themselves intellectually, maternally, and passionately.

Every country gets the circus it deserves. Spain gets bullfights. Italy the Church. America Hollywood.

Women are the only exploited group in history to have been idealized into powerlessness.

Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.

Because I loved myself, I was loved.

I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.

What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?

I have not ceased being fearful, but I have ceased to let fear control me.

Our empathy for others as an excuse to underpay us.

It is the nature of those books we call classics to wait patiently on the shelf for us to grow into them.

Love is love, but marriage is an investment.

I hope we don’t have to keep going back over the same territory and winning the same rights over and over again. The battle for birth control. The battle for abortion.

Of all the foolish Fears of Humankind, Fear of the Future is by far the most foolish.

A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.

We are so scared of being judged that we look for every excuse to procrastinate.

Many may very well continue to ask why more value is placed on technicalities of a law than on a man’s flesh and blood life, especially when there is any amount of “doubt” at all regarding his guilt or innocence.

Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.

I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

Nothing is entitled to her skin but her flesh and bones.

I am a spark from the Infinite. I am not flesh and bones. I am light.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

All flesh doth frailty breed!