I'm tired and nervous and I'm in America. Here you don't know that you live.
I smoke all the time, one after the other.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening.
Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?
I'm a completely worthless woman and no man should risk his life for me.