Actually, I Think Friendship And Love Are

I Told You: You Can Make Yourself Love Anybody.

All His Prayers Of The Past Had Been Simple Concrete Requests: God, Give Me A Bicycle, A Knife With Seven Blades, A Box Of Oil Paints. Only How, How, Could You Say Something So Indefinite, So Meaningless As This: God, Let Me Be Loved.

A Disquieting Loneliness Came Into My Life, But It Induced No Hunger For Friends Of Longer Acquaintance: They Seemed Now Like A Salt-free, Sugarless Diet.

There Is No Shame — Having A Dirty Face — The Shame Comes When You Keep It Dirty.

It Takes A Lot Of Bad Writing To Get To A Little Good Writing.