I’ve never thought much about whether I was happy or if I had fun as a child. I was a so-so girl who lived with a so-so family in a so-so village. I didn’t know that there might be another way to live, and I didn’t worry about it either.
I know a lot about women and their suffering, but I still know almost nothing about men.
A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.
Having a baby is painful in order to show how serious a thing life is.
I love research. I'd go so far as to say I'm a research fanatic.
I think all women have a friend who at some point dumped them or betrayed them or deeply disappointed them. And at the same time all women have a friend who they dumped or betrayed or hurt in some way. That's universal in women's friendships.