It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.
I never met a man I could marry.
I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong.
Love is a romantic designation for a most ordinary biological process-or, shall we say, chemical-process ... a lot of nonsense is talked and written about it.
I have made enough faces.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.