Aren't You Going To Tell Me I'm

Sooner Or Later A Black Car Came For Everyone.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

Don't Believe Everything You Hear Today

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.