You must not tell anyone,' my mother said, 'what I am about to tell you.'
I do not believe in old age. I do not believe in getting tired.
Adultery is extravagance.
When alone I am not aware of my race or my sex, both in need of social contexts for definition.
No husband of mine will say, "I could have been a drummer, but I had to think about the wife and kids. You know how it is." Nobody supports me at the expense of his own adventure.
Perhaps women were once so dangerous that they had to have their feet bound