A womans mistakes are different from a girls

Women always put men first. That's how everything got so screwed up.

Once you get below the floor of our personal identities, we're all connected. Perhaps that's why we can move into others' lives.

You must find a boy your own age. Someone mild and beautiful to be your lover. Someone who will tremble for your touch, offer you a marguerite by its long stem with his eyes lowered. Someone whose fingers are a poem.

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.

Never apologize. Never explain.