I Regret All Of My Books.

Happiness Is Nothing But Everyday Living Seen Through A Veil.

She Stood There Until Something Fell Off The Shelf Inside Her. Then She Went Inside There To See What It Was. It Was Her Image Of Jody Tumbled Down And Shattered. But Looking At It She Saw That It Never Was The Flesh And Blood Figure Of Her Dreams. Just Something She Had Grabbed Up To Drape Her Dreams Over.

She Was Saving Up Feelings For Some Man She Had Never Seen.

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing. . . And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive.

Friendship Is A Mysterious And Ocean-bottom Thing. Who Can Know The Outer Ranges Of It? Perhaps No Human Being Has Ever Explored Its Limits.