Discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes. - Marcel Proust

In most women's lives, everything, even the greatest sorrow, comes down to a question of 'I haven't got a thing to wear'.

So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.