Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
One does not know where love will take you.
I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
There is no downside to winning. It feels forever fabulous.
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.