“A woman, I forget who, once asked a male friend why men felt threatened by women. He replied that they were afraid they might laugh at them. When she asked a group of women why women feel threatened by men, they said “we’re afraid they might kill us.”
“and when at last you find someone to whom you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless, and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”