I Don't Think She's Ever Coming Back.

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

Love, When It Came And Knocked On My Door, Was Going To Be Enough. And That Unknown Author Who'd Written That If You Had Fame, It Was Not Enough, And If You Had Wealth As Well, It Was Still Not Enough, And If You Had Fame, Wealth, And Also Love ... Still It Was Not Enough - Boy, Did I Feel Sorry For Him.

We Lived In The Attic, Christopher, Cory, Carrie, And Me, Now There Are Only Three.

I Never Realized That The Blue Sky I Saw Was Not The Soft, Nurturing Sky Of Spring, But The Cold, Chilling, Lonely Sky Of Winter

Love, How Often That Word Came Up In Books Over And Over Again. If You Had Wealth And Health, And Beauty And Talent...you Had Nothing If You Didn't Have Love. Love Changed All That Was Ordinary Into Something Giddy, Powerful, Drunken, Enchanted.