I Don't Like My Face. I Don't

There Are Very Few Women From My Mother's Generation Who Worked Like That, Who Just Kept A Career Going All Her Life And Raised Children And Had Horrible Relationships And Lost All Her Money And Got It Back Again.

There's No Room For Demons When You're Self-possessed.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

I Rarely Cry. I Save My Feelings Up Inside Me Like I Have Something More Specific In Mind For Them. I Am Waiting For The Exact Perfect Situationand Then Boom! I'll Explode In A Light Show Of Feeling And Emotion - A Pinata Stuffed With Tender Nuances And Pent-up Passions

Believe Me, I Didn't Think There Was Some Princely Family I Belonged To.