Memories mean more to me than dresses.

I have always been the dunce, the never-do-well of the family, I've always have to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

Then, without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day; of course, you achieve quite a lot in the course of time. Anyone can do this, it costs nothing and is certainly very helpful. Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that a quiet conscience makes one strong.

It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?