Death Is Too Much To Ask Of

Was I The Only Woman In The World Who, At My Age - And After A Lifetime Of Quite Rampant Independence - Still Did Not Quite Feel Grown Up?

The Key To All Knowledge Comes In Words Of Just One Syllable, Apparently.... There's Only The Last Page Left To Write On. I'll Fill It With Words Of Just One Syllable. I Love. I Have Loved. I Will Love.

There Is Something Revolting About The Way Girls' Minds So Often Jump To Marriage Long Before They Jump To Love.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

The Family - That Dear Octopus From Whose Tentacles We Never Quite Escape, Nor, In Our Inmost Hearts, Ever Quite Wish To.