One’s disguises are designed to make the truth a quantity with which one can live—or from which one can hope, by the effort of living, to be delivered.
If life had endlessly cheated her, she had resolved not only never to complain, but to take life’s performance as an object lesson and never to cheat on life.
My pain was the horse that I must learn to ride. I flicked my cigarette out of the window and watched it drop and die. I thought of throwing myself after it. I was no rider and pain was no horse.
There is nothing more to be said. All we can do now is just hold on.
Luck plays a large role in every story of success; it is almost always easy to identify a small change in the story that would have turned a remarkable achievement into a mediocre outcome.
Well behaved women seldom make history.
Life is full of things we cannot control so we must adapt. We have to survive.