Oh Constance, we are so happy.
Poor strangers, they have so much to be afraid of.
Life Among the Savages is a disrespectful memoir of my children.
in all the world there is not someone who does not believe something.
All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.
I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.