A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.

Some truths are truths, no matter who says them.

Works of imagination should be written in very plain language; the more purely imaginative they are the more necessary it is to be plain