Throughout our lives, we see in the mirror the same innocent trusting face we have seen there since childhood.
With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.
There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi.
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
No woman wants to see herself too clearly.
We are never more self-righteous than when giving up what we should have shunned all along.