My cholera's acting up again.
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.
Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that weโve got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead.โ โHeโs not dead; just very tired.
Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.
I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?
Because it is morning, it is morning, and there is so much to see.