I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.

I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell.

I want to live quietly.

I began to be a woman at twelve, or more properly, a genius.