I Won't Think Of It Now. I

I Loved Something I Made Up, Something That's Just As Dead As Melly Is. I Made A Pretty Suit Of Clothes And Fell In Love With It. And When Ashley Came Riding Along, So Handsome, So Different, I Put That Suit On Him And Made Him Wear It Whether It Fitted Him Or Not. And I Wouldn't See What He Really Was. I Kept On Loving The Pretty Clothes—and Not Him At All.

Once, When She Was Six Years Old, She Had Fallen From A Tree, Flat On Her Stomach. She Could Still Recall That Sickening Interval Before Breath Came Back Into Her Body. Now, As She Looked At Him, She Felt The Same Way She Had Felt Then, Breathless, Stunned, Nauseated.

There'll Always Be Wars Because Men Love Wars. Women Don't, But Men Do.

I Can't Go All My Life Waiting To Catch You Between Husbands.

I Was Right When I Said I'd Never Look Back. It Hurts Too Much, It Drags At Your Heart Till You Can't Ever Do Anything Else Except Look Back.