For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of a man at twice its natural size.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.
It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.