My hope is to live a simple life, in a simple place, where there’s only one example of everything.
There was something wrong inside me, something ugly, which I didn’t want anyone to see, which would contaminate everything I would ever do.
I went to take a walk to sort out how I felt and how I ought to reply.
A woman can’t find rest or take up home in the heart of another woman—not permanently. It’s just not a safe place to land.