Dorothy West was born 2 June 1907, and died 16 August 1998.
- When I was seven, I said to my mother, may I close my door? And she said, yes, but why do you want to close your door? And I said because I want to think. And when I was eleven, I said to my mother, may I lock my door? And she said yes, but why do you want to lock your door? And I said because I want to write.
- There is no life that does not contribute to history.
- I’m a writer. I don’t cook and I don’t clean.
- Identity is not inherent. It is shaped by circumstance and sensitivity and resistance to self-pity.
- Beauty is but skin deep, ugly to the bone. And when beauty fades away, ugly claims its own.
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