:I wonder if people are going to remember us?
: What, when we're dead?
: Well I think people will talk about how you changed the world.
: I wonder what they'll say about you... in your obituary. I like that word.
: Nothing nice, I don't think.
: No no, come on. They'd say, "Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress...
: ...and all around loon.
: ...Remembered for setting the world on fire...
: ...and escaping the clutches of her terrifying family...
: ...Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody...
: ...creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind.
:That's nice, isn't it?
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
I’ve already said too much. I’ve already shared too much, and now I want all my secrets back. I hate getting too close to people. I regret having shared so much, for having cared so much, for allowing myself to feel so much.