"I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance."
I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed
We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
You wanted a women’s culture. Well, now there is one. It isn’t what youmeant, but it exists. Be thankful for small mercies.
Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
our job is not to censure but to understand.
I enjoy the power; power of a dog bone, passive but there.
I would like to believe this is a story I’m telling. I need to believe it. I must believe it. Those who can believe that such stories are only stories have a better chance.
Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you’d be boiled to death before you knew it.
I don’t want to look at something thatdetermines me so completely.
He doesn’t mind this, I thought. He doesn’t mind it at all. Maybe he even likes it. We are not each other’s, anymore. Instead, I am his.
And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.
A man is just a women's strategy for making other women
Her fault, her fault, her fault, we chant in unison -
I became reckless, I took stupid chances
I keep the knowledge of this name like something hidden, some treasure I’ll come back to dig up, one day.
“Don’t be stupid. He wasn’t a rapist at all, he was a political. He was one of ours. I knocked him out. Put him out of his misery. Don’t you know what they’re doing to him?” He has become an it.
My husband. I want that to be perfectly clear. Til death do us part”-
I want Luke here so badly. I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued,
But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It’s lack of love we die from.