I Guess There Was A War Going

I Love You. I'm Madly In Love With You. Well, Madly Obviously, Given I'm Mad As A Mudlark. But You Saved My Life. I'd Be Dead Without You. And You're So Good To Me. And You Love Me Too. How Lucky Is That? Amazing! Amazingly Lucky. I Can't Live Without You. You're My Lucky Charm." She Felt A Sudden Desire To Kill Justin's Well-meaning Friend.

I'm A Century Old, An Impossible Age, And My Brain Has No Anchor In The Present. Instead It Drifts, Nearly Always To The Same Shore. Today, As Most Days, It Is 1962. The Year I Discovered Love.

I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect On Anyone But It Would Have Been A Waste For Both Of Us To Be Saints.

It Was Not A Big Smile, Not Particularly Bold Or Polite Or Ironic Or Glib, Not Asking For Anything Or Offering Anything, Not Stringy Or Careless, Not, In Short, Like Any Smile I Had Ever Experienced Before. But Such A Smile! You Could Burn A Hole In The World With That Smile.

She Frowned At Him. 'you Are In Love With Solitude.' 'is There A Better Cure For The World Than Solitude?