The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges.
You know, God, the power that makes life, whatever it is, had just to make two things, masculine and feminine, for all this mischief. And made them so there is this entirely different point of view about love and sex
Over and over I'm on the point of giving it up.
I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men.
I was in a convent for a year.
Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.