At twelve I looked like a girl of seventeen. My body was developed and shapely. I still wore the blue dress and the blouse the orphanage provided. They made me look like an overgrown lummox.

It is wonderful to have someone praise you, to be desired.

This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth.

You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.

I don't consider myself an intellectual. And this is not one of my aims. But I admire intellectual people.

You never know what life is like, until you have lived it.

But chiefly, no lies! No lies about there being a Santa Claus or about the world being full of noble and honorable people all eager to help each other and do good to each other. I'll tell her there are honor and goodness in the world, the same as there are diamonds and radium.