E canchis amnia. Everything from shells.
Joan Crawford is a movie queen. I had never met one before. I know now what I don't want to be.
I'm glad I am a woman who once danced naked in the Mediterranean Sea at midnight.
I believe in joy, but I believe in the flip-side, agony.
Alcohol is a very patient drug. It will wait for the alcoholic to pick it up one more time.
My only true harmony lies deep within my soul, wherever that is. I know that somehow I am in tune with the universe.
My anger made me drink as an escape from reality, a way of forgetting. But you don't know when the medicinal effect ends and the poisoning begins. . . This is my sixth year of sobriety. Overcoming alcoholism has been my greatest challenge and my greatest reward.
The metaphysics of substance. The strange feeling which comes over us when we sense: this is skin - this is bone - all in a single vision that is completely unearthly. The dreaminess of our existence mixed at the same time with the indescribably sweet illusion of reality.
In the South, our lives kind of revolve around food and taking care of people with food. If someone was sick, or if they had had a baby, or if they had lost a loved one, or even if they lost a job, my momma was at their door with pie or a cake or something to help them feel better.
Never again! I can see no reason for marriage - ever at all. I've had it. Three times is enough.
What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?