Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
"We are all of us made by what we have lost as much as what we have gained."
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible.
I don’t write for the reader; I write for myself.
