I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.

Total absence of humor renders life impossible.

By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.