At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.
So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.