Love is serene and calm

Memory is the most transient of all possessions. And when it goes, it leaves as few traces as stars that have disappeared.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

Growing up female in America. What a liability! You grew up with your ears full of cosmetic ads, love songs, advice columns, whoreoscopes, Hollywood gossip, and moral dilemmas on the level of TV soap operas. What litanies the advertisers of the good life chanted at you! What curious catechisms!

You can't be creative and still be a good girl.

Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.

You should write first drafts as if they will never be shown to anyone.