There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.
Why should you care for a woman like me? I'm always nervous or sick, or sad or too gay.
I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
I never said, 'I want to be alone.' I only said, 'I want to be let alone!' There is all the difference.