A bad workman blames his tools.
How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.
Life and death do not wait for legal action.
We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.