Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.
In the end, all disguises must drop.
I learned failure early and mastered it.
The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.