On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has just got his first dose of pox....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The world is made by man--for man alone. I, who have lived as a man among men, realize it. I, who have talked with men as a man, k...now it. And whatever man may say about "the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world," they know that nothing rules men but their desires and there is no ruler in this world but sex.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I started out as a nurse I did so with the highest ideals.... But I found that steady work in my profession--like every woman...'s work in the world--depended upon the giving of myself.... Two-thirds of the physicians I met made a nurse's virtue the price of their influence in getting her steady work. Is it any wonder that I determined to become a member of this privileged sex, if possible?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Figure him there, with his scrofulous diseases, with his great greedy heart, and unspeakable chaos of thoughts; stalking mournful ...as a stranger in this Earth; eagerly devouring what spiritual thing he could come at: school-languages and other merely grammatical stuff, if there were nothing better! The largest soul that was in all England.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Once I had a professor say to me, "You know you have as much education as a lot of white people." I answered, "Doctor, I have more... education than most white people."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Most young black females learn to be suspicious and critical of feminist thinking long before they have any clear understanding of... its theory and politics.... Without rigorously engaging feminist thought, they insist that racial separatism works best. This attitude is dangerous. It not only erases the reality of common female experience as a basis for academic study; it also constructs a framework in which differences cannot be examined comparatively.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the like...ness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and softhued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips where white fringes of her drawers were like featherings of soft white down. Her slateblue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her bosom was as a bird's soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some darkplumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You take a number of small steps which you believe are right, thinking maybe tomorrow somebody will treat this as a dangerous prov...ocation. And then you wait. If there is no reaction, you take another step: courage is only an accumulation of small steps.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »