I am not sugar and spice and everything nice.
I am art.
I am a story.
I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights.
I was baby.† I am child.† I will be mother.
I donít mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition.
I am a rich pie strong with knowledge.
I will not be eaten.
Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it
the orderlies have a very hard life--and no glory.
I have expected that one or two of the patients would get out of bed and try to rape me, but I soon discovered that none of them were in a position to rape anybody
as the work became still lighter and the weather still warmer, we too had our sex-incidents
I am a girl no longer
Short of actually going to bed with them, there was hardly an intimate service that I did not perform for one or another in the course of four years, and I still have reason to be thankful for the knowledge of masculine functioning which the care of them gave me, and for my early release for the sex-inhibitions
Throughout my two decades of life, I have never looked upon the nude body of an adult male; I had never even seen a naked boy-child since the nursery days when, at the age of four or five, I used to share my evening baths with Edward.
a barrier of indescribably experience between men and the women whom they loved, thrusting horror deeper and deeper inward, linking the dread of spiritual death to the apprehension of physical disaster.
his uniform and little moustache had changed him from a boy into a man.