Sisterly love is one of the few boons in this life.

The farther a man follows the rainbow, the harder it is for him to get back to the life which he left starving like an old dog.

Sisterly love is one of the few boons in this life.

I fear nomads. I am afraid of them and afraid for them too.

Sometimes when a man gets older he has a revelation and wants awfully bad to get back to the place where he left his life, but he can't get to that place- not often.

I don't judge people by their bodies. Even when I was a young girl I liked men for their minds. Now that I'm middle-aged I see how right I was.

Victory fades so quickly that it is scarcely apparent and it is always the face of defeat that we are able to see.