I Have No Writing Habit.

I Do Not Scruple To Employ Mendacity And A Fictitious Appearance Of Female Incompetence When The Occasion Demands It.

Loving Someone Condemns You To A Lifetime Of Fear. You Become Painfully Conscious Of How Fragile People Are - Bundles Of Brittle Bones And Vulnerable Flesh, Breeding Grounds For Billions Of Deadly Germs And Horrible Diseases.

I Disapprove Of Matrimony As A Matter Of Principle.... Why Should Any Independent, Intelligent Female Choose To Subject Herself To The Whims And Tyrannies Of A Husband? I Assure You, I Have Yet To Meet A Man As Sensible As Myself! (amelia Peabody)

I Sometimes Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be The Respected Patriarch Of An Ordinary English Family." "very Boring, Emerson.

Peculiar Or Not, It Is My Idea Of Pleasure. Why, Why Else Do You Lead This Life You Don't Enjoy It? Don't Talk Of Duty To Me; You Men Always Have Some High-sounding Excuse For Indulging Yourselves. You Go Gallivanting Over The Earth, Climbing Mountains, Looking For The Sources Of The Nile; And Expect Women To Sit Dully At Home Embroidering. I Embroider Very Badly. I Think I Would Excavate Rather Well.