I do not know You, God, because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside.

I am a sociologist, God help me.

I am not afraid that the book will be controversial, I'm afraid it will not be controversial.

I don't have my novel outlined, and I have to write to discover what I am doing. Like the old lady, I don't know so well what I think until I see what I say; then I have to say it over again.

I always love to push myself, because I am not so self-confident.

My hair is an untidy bob. I am very dark, but I embellish the roots because I am white in one clump.