The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.
I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.