Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.

Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.

What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.

There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.

Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.

I am 46, and have been for some time past.