There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.

Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.

I always wanted to do my best. I got nothing free—I had to work hard.

I never met a man I could marry.

I'm afraid of NOTHING except being bored!

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.