Become Who You Are. Make What Only

You Shall Become The Person You Are.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

Every Great Love Brings With It The Cruel Idea Of Killing The Object Of Its Love So That It May Be Removed Once And For All From The Wicked Game Of Change: For Love Dreads Change Even More Than Annihilation.

All Truth Is Simple... Is That Not Doubly A Lie?

It Is Hard Enough To Remember My Opinions, Without Also Remembering My Reasons For Them!