I See Myself As Rhoda,

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A Magical Grasp Upon The Future.

There Is Nothing Like Early Promiscuous Sex For Dispelling Life's Bright Mysterious Expectations.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason. But We Cannot Just Walk Into The Cavern And Look Around. Most Of What We Think We Know About Our Minds Is Pseudo-knowledge. We Are All Such Shocking Poseurs, So Good At Inflating The Importance Of What We Think We Value.