Make up your mind to this. If you are different, you are isolated, not only from people of your own age but from those of your parents' generation and from your children's generation too. They'll never understand you and they'll be shocked no matter what you do. But your grandparents would probably be proud of you and say: 'theres a chip off the old block,' and your grandchildren will sigh enviously and say: 'what an old rip grandma must have been!' and they'll try to be like you.
Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood.
She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.
I have a passionate desire for personal privacy. I want to stand before the world, for good or bad, on the book i wrote, not on what i say in letters to friends, not on my husband and my home life, the way i dress, my likes and dislikes, et cetera. My book belongs to anyone who has the price, but nothing of me belongs to the public.