The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted. — Edouard Manet Copy Share Image
“It’s hard to say how it happens. How all of the bits of me – even the broken ones – start to tumble. I think it’s my toes that go first. Next – my legs and the hallow spaces behind… — Autumn Doughton Copy Share Image
