Men Use The Night To Erase Us.

Women's Fashion Is A Euphemism For Fashion Created By Men For Women.

I Love Books The Way I Love Nature. ... I Can Imagine Now That A Time Will Come, That It Is Almost Upon Us, When No One Will Love Books ... It Is No Accident, I Think, That Books And Nature (as We Know It) May Disappear Simultaneously From Human Experience. There Is No Mind-body Split.

Feminist Art... Will Take The Great Human Themes – Love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself – And Render Them Fully Human.

Writing Is Alchemy. Dross Becomes Gold. Experience Is Transformed. Pain Is Changed. Suffering May Become Song. The Ordinary Or Horrible Is Pushed By The Will Of The Writer Into Grace Or Redemption, A Prophetic Wail, A Screed For Justice, An Elegy Of Sadness Or Sorrow. ... There Is Always A Tension Between Experience And The Thing That Finally Carries It Forward, Bears Its Weight, Holds It In. Without That Tension, One Might As Well Write A Shopping List.

The Will To Domination Is A Ravenous Beast. There Are Never Enough Warm Bodies To Satiate Its Monstrous Hunger. Once Alive, This Beast Grows And Grows, Feeding On All The Life Around It, Scouring The Earth To Find New Sources Of Nourishment. This Beast Lives In Each Man Who Battens On Female Servitude.