A Smart Girl Is One

The Trouble With Censors Is That They Worry If A Girl Has Cleavage. They Ought To Worry If She Hasn't Any.

I Didn't Pay Much Attention To The Whistles And Whoops, In Fact, I Didn't Quite Hear Them. I Was Full Of A Strange Feeling, As If I Were Two People. One Of Them Was Norma Jeane From The Orphanage Who Belonged To Nobody; The Other Was Someone Whose Name I Didn't Know. But I Knew Where She Belonged; She Belonged To The Ocean And The Sky And The Whole World.

We Are All Of Us Stars, And We Deserve To Twinkle.

Sometimes I Think I Was More In Control Of My Life Years And Years Ago, And Yet One Should Make Progress; One Should Learn More Every Year And Become…well, If Not Happier, Then Calmer And More Able To Handle Your Problems. But I’m Not. Sometimes I Just Seem To Make More Problems For Myself. I Do. It Makes Me Feel I Haven’t Grown Up As Much As I Should Have By Now.

It's Often Just Enough To Be With Someone. I Don't Need To Touch Them. Not Even Talk. A Feeling Passes Between You Both. You're Not Alone.