I Like People Too Much Or Not

The First Time I Saw A Fingerbowl Was At The Home Of My Benefactress. [...] The Water Had A Few Cherry Blossoms In It, And I Thought It Must Be Some Clear Sort Of Japanese After-dinner Soup And Ate Every Bit Of It, Including The Crisp Little Blossoms.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

The Tulips Are Too Red...they Hurt Me.

I Find That In A Novel I Can Get More Of Life, Perhaps Not Such Intense Life, But Certainly More Of Life Than In Poetry.

I Deserve That, Don't I, Some Sort Of Blazing Love That I Can Live With.