Each individual woman's body demands to be accepted on its own terms.
What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?
Someone dragged me by my arms out onto the road, then shoved me, stumbling, down a paved road.
It was a military-looking Jeep, like an armored Hummer, only it didn't have any military insignia on it.
Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection but progress.
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.