For me, being a woman suits what I want to talk about and what my audience wants to hear. Maybe I'm a dying breed.
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
Dave Anderson, Writer (1929) |
Sydney Carter, Poet (1915) |
Emanuel Celler, Politician (1888) |
Jeffery Deaver, Writer (1950) |
Martin Delany, Soldier (1812) |
Randall Jarrell, Poet (1914) |
William Jay, Clergyman (1769) |
L. Frank Baum, Author (1919) |
William Allen Egan, Politician (1984) |
B. C. Forbes, Journalist (1954) |
Bret Harte, Author (1902) |