“I once laughed at the vanity of women of thirty or forty who whitened their ruddy old skin with lead, but now I know such salves are not disguises for old crones who wish to catch a young husband. Instead they are only a mask we wear so that we can, for a little while, still recognize ourselves.”
“People forget that old women were young once, but d'you think we old women forget? In my heart, I'm still thirty.”
“But maybe I ought to practise a little now?So people who know me are not too shocked and surprisedWhen suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.”
“Those masks we wear not to shield others; but ourselves from who we are.”
“Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?”
“I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.”