Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

I long to be ... Like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People, with their way of wantonly hurting and then accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

There is always the other side, always.

There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.

I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know.

The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.