“We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all: Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love. The freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us!” WantGivingArtHandsFreedomOur LoveExposurePrecious Gifts Author:Diane Frolov
“Men are confused. They're conflicted. They want a woman who's their intellectual equal, but they're afraid of women like that. They want a woman they can dominate, but then they hate her for being weak. It's an ambivalence that goes back to a man's relationship with his mother. Source of his life, center of his universe, object of both his fear and his love.” MenWantMotherHateUniverseObjectsSourceEqualIntellectualWeakConfusedHis LoveExposureAmbivalenceHate Her Author:Diane Frolov
“Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor... Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.” LittlesBookBigsLightNightGamesKnowledgeDarknessCryFieldsSoldierMetaphorTinySupposed To BeSunlightFloodCavesExposureRefrigeratorsUnifyingDarkness To LightNeonSlimeFlashlightsCandlelightCandle LightsNeon Lights Author:Diane Frolov
