I Am Now A Fundamentalist

The First Twenty Years Of My Life Were Wasted. I Didn't Fit My Environment, And I Didn't Know Any Other.

No One In A Group Of Three Is The Same Person He (she, It) Is In A Group Of Two. No More Than He Is The Same In A Group Of Two As He Is Alone.

Constant Repetition Dulls Receptivity.

I Can Imagine Nothing More Wonderful Than Always Wanting To Keep A Man. It's This Not Wanting To Keep Them, And Yet Not Quite Being Able To Disentangle One's Self, Never Quite Having The Ruthlessness To Stike At The Hands On The Gunwale With An Oar Until They Let Go - That's The Horrible Thing.

Our Quilts Were More Than Useful, They Had The Faint Sentimentality Of A Pressed Flower. And No More Beauty. We Did Not Value Them For Their Appearance, But For The Memories In Them, For Their Good Wearing Qualities And The Thrift They Represented.