beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

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.

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

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.

I've entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.