I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled “enemy?

She looks like a woman who has found it ridiculous to commit herself to a single emotional stance in anything, but must always ride high heavy irony.

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.