I am good, but not an angel.
A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left.
Someday I want to have children and give them all the love I never had.
I had to use my wits or else I'd have been sunk - and nothings going to sink me. Everyone was always pulling at me, tugging at me, as if they wanted a piece of me. It was always, 'do this, do that,' and not just on the job but off, too. God, I've tried to stay intact, whole.
I have been told my eating habits are absolutely bizarre. But I don't think so.
What I really want to say: That what the world really needs is a real feeling of kinship. Everybody: stars, laborers, Negroes, Jews, Arabs. We are all brothers.