I feel as if, somehow, I am going to be condemned to a life of mediocrity; not because of anything I do or not do, but because those who manipulate so easily with words or imagery or with their own bodies, will always distract attention away from my casual, plain, placid self. I am not a princess of passions expressed solely for the purpose of twitching someone's body parts. I have as much heart and as much soul, but I do not dress them up in finery and flattery. I lay out a plain dish of sweets, unspoiled by sauces.