At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

Women are necessarily capable of almost anything in their struggle for survival and can scarcely be convicted of such man-made crimes as “cruelty.

An unread book is just a block of paper.

I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

Exploration was for those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit.