We are all creatures of the stars.
Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.
Every child has the capacity to be everything.
I wasn't an active feminist in the '60s, never have been.
As you get older, you don't get wiser. You get irritable.
What is charm then? The free giving of a grace, the spending of something given by nature in her role of spendthrift ... something extra, superfluous, unnecessary, essentially a power thrown away.