My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.
I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.
My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.
I didn't like the sound of people gasping at the mere mention of my name. It horrified me...
All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.
I like my freedom. I like to do my own grocery shopping. People do recognize you. They are kind of shocked. Some people like it. It makes them feel at ease. It confirms their hopes that you are in fact similar to them.