Reading, Not Just An Escape, But An

Are We Not All Desperate One Way Or Another?

There Is No Solid Satisfaction In Any Career For A Woman Like Myself. There Is No Home, No True Freedom, No Hope, No Joy, No Expectation For Tomorrow, No Contentment. I Would Rather Cook A Meal For A Man And Bring Him His Slippers And Feel Myself In The Protection Of His Arms Than Have All The Citations And Awards And Honors I Have Received Worldwide, Including The Ribbon Of Legion Of Honor And My Property And My Bank Accounts. They Mean Nothing To Me. And I Am Only One Among The Millions Of Sad Women Like Myself.

I Am A Westerner Of Westerners!

Even The Most Malignant Gods Would Not Continue To Inflict Life Upon Humanity, Time Without End.

My Literary Success Meant Nothing To Me