Distance Was A Dangerous Thing, She Knew.

The Worst Part Of Great Poverty Is That You Become Blind To It.

Lately You Are Brooding Too Much About Rights. Give Up This Dangerous Habit.

There Was No Such Thing As Perfect Privacy, Life Was A Perpetual Concert-hall Recital With A Captive Audience.

Distance Was A Dangerous Thing, She Knew. Distance Changed People.

Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.