As A Means Of Contrast With The

No One Ever Keeps A Secret So Well As A Child.

To A Gargoyle On The Ramparts Of Notre Dame As Esmeralda Rides Off With Gringoire Quasimodo Says. "why Was I Not Made Of Stone Like Thee?

Women Play With Their Beauty As Children Do With Their Knives. They Wound Themselves With It.

History Has Its Truth; And So Has Legend Hers.

I'd Rather Be Hissed At For A Good Verse, Than Applauded For A Bad One.