A Bad Workman Blames His Tools.

She Had To Live In This Bright, Red Gabled House With The Nurse Until It Was Time For Her To Die... I Thought How Little We Know About The Feelings Of Old People. Children We Understand, Their Fears And Hopes And Make-believe.

Come And See Us If You Feel Like It,' She Said. 'i Always Expect People To Ask Themselves. Life Is Too Short To Send Out Invitations.

...as The Slow Sea Sucked At The Shore And Then Withdrew, Leaving The Strip Of Seaweed Bare And The Shingle Churned, The Sea Birds Raced And Ran Upon The Beaches. Then That Same Impulse To Flight Seized Upon Them Too. Crying, Whistling, Calling, They Skimmed The Placid Sea And Left The Shore. Make Haste, Make Speed, Hurry And Begone; Yet Where, And To What Purpose? The Restless Urge Of Autumn, Unsatisfying, Sad, Had Put A Spell Upon Them And They Must Flock, And Wheel, And Cry; They Must Spill Themselves Of Motion Before Winter Came.

I Would Not Be Young Again, If You Offered Me The World. But Then I'm Prejudiced.' 'you Talk,' I Said, 'as If You Were Ninety-nine.' 'for A Woman I Very Nearly Am,' She Said. 'i'm Thirty Five.

You Had To Endure Something Yourself Before It Touched You.