We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable.

It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.

What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature.

I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.

I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.