What a man is is an arrow into the future, and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

Every woman adores a Fascist.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

Since my woman's world is perceived greatly through the emotions and the senses, I treat it that way in my writing - and am often overweighted with heavy descriptive passages and a kaleidoscope of similes.

I think the sea swallowed dozens of tea sets - tossed in abandon off liners or consigned to the tide by jilted brides. I collected a shiver of china bits, with borders of larkspur and birds or braids of daisies. No two patterns ever matched.