You simply don't get to be wise, mature, etc., unless you've been a raving cannibal for thirty years or so.

Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself.

I have a daughter and two grand-daughters and a great grandson in Africa, in Cape Town.

Because I was permanently confused, dissatisfied, unhappy, tormented by inadequacy, driven by wanting towards every kind of impossible future, the attitude of mind described by 'tolerantly amused eyes' was years away from me. I don't think I really saw people then, except as appendages to my needs. It's only now, looking back, that I understood, but at the time I lived in a brilliantly lit haze, shifting and flickering according to my changing desires. Of course, that is only a description of being young.

The older I get the more secrets I have, never to be revealed and this, I know, is a common condition of people my age. and why all this emphasis on kissing and telling? Kisses are the least of it.

A woman without a man cannot meet a man, any man, of any age, without thinking, even if it's for a half-second, 'Perhaps this is THE man.

There is only one real sin and that is to persuade oneself that the second best is anything but second best.