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I came to live in a country I love; some people label me a defector. I have loved men and read more
I came to live in a country I love; some people label me a defector. I have loved men and women in my life; I've been labeled "the bisexual defector." Want to know another secret? I'm even ambidextrous. I don't like labels. Just call me Martina.
I sometimes think I was born to live up to my name. How could I be anything else but what read more
I sometimes think I was born to live up to my name. How could I be anything else but what I am having been named Madonna? I would either have ended up a nun or this.
Some to the fascination of a name,
Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
Some to the fascination of a name,
Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for read more
The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
Miss: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) read more
Miss: A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate that they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. If we must have them, let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to MH.
I don't like giving names to generations. It's like trying to read the song title on a record that's spinning.
I don't like giving names to generations. It's like trying to read the song title on a record that's spinning.
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die
I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed read more
I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.
The dodgerest of all the dodgers.
The dodgerest of all the dodgers.
