Use well thy freedom.
...She felt that nothing could kill her hope now, nothing. She was seventy-five and she was going to make some changes in her life.
Popularity has become its own justification.
I hate that word dysfunction.
I find it a huge strain to be responsible for my tastes and be known and defined by them.
I've moved away from that sort of deep-ecological extremism. I started to think: what can we do for wild birds right now? I don't want these particular species to disappear.