[Epitaph:] Involved in a plot.

...as for helping me in the outside world, the Convent taught me only that if you spit on a pencil eraser, it will erase ink.

Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

And where does she find them?

What ever beauty may be it has for its basis order and for its essence unity Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

It was written without fear and without research.