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Love this: Joyce thinks that perhaps blobs are women. Once they’ve exploded, that’s an end to it. Men are more like guns: they’re constantly reloading.

Like the idea of this: A species which cooperated would thrive, and grow strongly collectively.

Like this: whatever was left of his life wasn’t worth clinging to. Better to go quickly into the next one. Dive head-first. Let this bullshit go.

Like this: whatever was left of his life wasn’t worth clinging to. Better to go quickly into the next one. Dive head-first. Let this bullshit go.

Love this:
Like the prophets of old, he made a
Weapon of his words, wrapping speeches around the necks of all he meant to suffer.

Like this it’s hard work hating a parent, hating every piece of them you find inside yourself.

Not enjoying this. Going to put it down and leave it for another go later on.

What we give cannot be taken from us.

- that what I can make is enough to offer in return for what I take from the world; it has value.

… mothering had always looked like agony to me. I did not understand how women willingly lost themselves in marriage and birthing.

I like this line
I’m about sixteen years beyond the limit of their vision.

The poet calls fate a failure of the will.

About half way through the book and realised this is on a topic I’d rather not read about so won’t be finishing it. It’s well written but I just can’t read about the topic.

Put her back on the shelf. Will give the book another go some other time.

We’re all living with a death sentence, Mrs Roberts.

This is a mistake. Not reading this!

Put this back on the shelf. Not really getting into it and not reading it. Will try again when I do t have so many choices of books to read.

Love this:
Or a worse fate overtakes them, and they become simply, incurable dull, never to shine again …

Best sentence so far:
Trees do not merely grow about us, they grow into us and through us, shadowing and scattering with winged seeds the whole land of our consciousness.

Truth is not hard to see if you open your eyes.

I’ve become more political as I’ve got older; I haven’t mellowed - I’ve billowed. I don’t feel like being accepting and understanding, I want to fight more. I’d prefer not to be political, but how can one help it with such a collection of nasty people in charge?

Huh two books I’ve read have just made a connection. In Miriam M’s book she mentions Richard Neville (notorious from the Oz trial). Hippy Hippy Shake is about him. Great book as well esp if you were born on or after 1967 and have no idea about this era.

Love this: everyone I’ve known leaves footprints on my life. Thank you.

I must remember this. Sometimes it’s better to stay silent:

We should all try to make people feel good: if you can’t say something nice, then shut up and don’t say anything at all.

Love this:
I’m as big a feminist as anyone, but now I always say, when you see ‘women’ spelt with a ‘y’, run like hell.

Love this about portrait of Gertrude Stein by Picasso:
You could not escape the eyes, there was a kindness in them I hadn’t expected.

It’s lonely, but you can keep the pencils.

Love that.

But the personal experience of tragedy opened my eyes and gave me a compassion I had lacked until then. I realised then that life could get up and bite you … I know that kindness and gentleness are the most valuable commodities. Now, more than ever, they demand distribution.

And this:
‘Breath is the material of which voice is made.’