A Woman Who Thinks She Is Intelligent

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.

I've Entered The World Of Wine Without Any Professional Training, But A Definite Appetite For Good Bottles.

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.

Don't Cudgel Your Brains Over My Little Problems.

At The Top Of The Iron Staircase Leading To The Stage, The Good, Dry, Dusty Warmth Wraps Me Round Like A Comfortable Dirty Cloak.