I Think The Best Way To Waste

You Should Celebrate The End Of A Love Affair As They Celebrate Death In New Orleans, With Songs, Laughter, Dancing And A Lot Of Wine.

Every Little Girl Knows About Love. It Is Only Her Capacity To Suffer Because Of It That Increases.

No One Ever Has Time To Examine Himself Honestly, And Most People Look No Further Than Their Neighbors' Eyes, In Which They May See Their Own Reflection.

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.

My Love Of Pleasure Seems To Be The Only Consistent Side Of My Character. Is It Because I Have Not Read Enough?