I Saw Myself Dancing Alone, Always Alone.

Only Someone Who Had Cried A Great Deal Understands Why Someone Else Wants To Stop The Tears.

Little Rabbits Have Big Ears.

Dreams, I Thought. They're The Riches Of A Poor Person, Stashed In Treasure Chests Buried Deeply In The Imagination. But Are Dreams Enough?

Life Is Like That - Twenty Minutes Of Misery For Every Two Seconds Of Joy.

It Was The Eyes. The Secret Of Love Was In The Eyes. The Way One Person Looked At Another, The Way Eyes Communicated And Spoke When The Lips Never Moved.