You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out.
There were times in life when you had to take a risk that might end in failure. Because otherwise you would be haunted by what you hadn’t done. . . the paths you hadn’t taken, the things you hadn’t experienced.