“I'm thrilled with the person I'm becoming.”
“I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.”
“She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!”
“You knew me. You knew that person, but you don't know the person I'm trying to become... You are not your past!”
“No," she cried, "no, no, I'm not a harem, I'm not a woman, I'm not a person, no.”
“I'm not really a career person; I'm a gardener, basically.”