She has no body as others have. People have no meaning to her. She has no answer for them. Her mind steps into emptiness, alone.

“What is nobler," she mused, turning over the photographs, "than to be a woman t…”

“I am not sinuous or suave; I sit among you abrading your softness with my hardn…”

“Some people make bad bed. They just have to lie in it.”

“my country is the world”