I couldnโt live with myself if I thought nothing could get better.
I felt as if I had no control over what I said, as if loathsome, ugly words were waiting inside me like snakes and toads looking for a chance to sneak out before I could stop them.
But what doesnโt die is the love we give to others. There is no end to that.
I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon.
I find having your own car is like a passport to the world.
I liked having some time to myself. Our family was such a close one, you could get smothered. Of course, we didn't always agree with one another. Sometimes I quarreled with my brother and sisters, but I couldn't remember hating anyone for more than five minutes.