Suddenly we have a baby who poops and cries, and we are trying to calm, clean up, and pin things together all at once. Then as fas...t as we learn to cope--so soon--it is hard to recall why diapers ever seemed so important. The frontiers change, and now perhaps we have a teenager we can't reach.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Perhaps the fact that I am not a Radical or a believer in the all powerful ballot for women to right her wrongs and that I do not ...scorn womanly duties, but claim it as a privilege to clean up and sort of supervise the room and sew things, etc., is winning me stronger allies than anything else.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Going down for the last time, the last breath lying, I grapple with eels like ropes--it's ether, it's queer... and then, at last, it's done. Now the scavengers arrive, the hard crawlers who come to clean up the ocean floor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Continued traveling is far from productive. It begins with wearing away the soles of the shoes, and making the feet sore, and ere ...long it will wear a man clean up, after making his heart sore into the bargain. I have observed that the afterlife of those who have traveled much is very pathetic.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The moment of truth, the sudden emergence of a new insight, is an act of intuition. Such intuitions give the appearance of miracul...ous flushes, or short-circuits of reasoning. In fact they may be likened to an immersed chain, of which only the beginning and the end are visible above the surface of consciousness. The diver vanishes at one end of the chain and comes up at the other end, guided by invisible links.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let our hearts, as subtle masters do, Stir up their servants to an act of rage... And after seem to chide 'em. This shall make Our purpose necessary, and not envious; Which so appearing to the common eyes, We shall be called purgers, not murderers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Prove that ever I lose more blood with love than I will get again with drinking, pick out mine eyes with a ballad-maker's pen and ...hang me up at the door of a brothel-house for the sign of blind Cupid.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house,... I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »