Plastic Surgery Is A Postmodern Veil.

Men Impose Deception On Women And Punish Them For Being Deceived, Force Them Down To The Lowest Level And Punish Them For Falling So Low, Bind Them In Marriage And Then Chastise Them With Menial Service For Life, Or Insults, Or Blows.

We See Our Homeland More Clearly When We Are Away From It Than When We Are In It.

Memory Is Never Complete. There Are Always Parts Of It That Time Has Amputated. Writing Is A Way Of Retrieving Them, Of Bringing The Missing Parts Back To It, Of Making It More Holistic.

All The Men I Did Get To Know, Every Single Man Of Them, Has Filled Me With But One Desire: To Lift My Hand And Bring It Smashing Down On His Face.

In History, The Millions Win; That Is Democracy.