A few seconds later, I tripped over a steel staircase, bashing my shins.
Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.
The strongest possible piece of advice I would give any young woman is: Don't screw around, and don't smoke.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
The only difference between a rut and a grave... is in their dimensions.
The average person thinks he isn't.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.