We all feel disabled in some way. We all feel imperfect. It's hard to be looked at for various reasons.

As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

We all feel disabled in some way. We all feel imperfect. It's hard to be looked at for various reasons.

Marriage takes your whole heart; selfish people can't pull it off.

Pity and friendship seek different habitations.

You have five seconds to enjoy it and then you remember who you didn't thank.

A small step in a good direction.