I Don't Mind Living In A Man's

At Twelve I Looked Like A Girl Of Seventeen. My Body Was Developed And Shapely. I Still Wore The Blue Dress And The Blouse The Orphanage Provided. They Made Me Look Like An Overgrown Lummox.

My Marriage Didn't Make Me Sad, But It Didn't Make Me Happy Either. My Husband And I Hardly Spoke To Each Other. This Wasn't Because We Were Angry. We Had Nothing To Say. I Was Dying Of Boredom.

I Don't Mind Living In A Man's World As Long As I Can Be A Woman In It.

Things Go Wrong So That You Appreciate Them When They're Right.

Important People Are Much More Interesting When They Are Drunk And Seem Much More Like Human Beings.