Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.

Was I the only woman in the world who, at my age - and after a lifetime of quite rampant independence - still did not quite feel grown up?

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.

Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.

... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

Death is too much to ask of the living.