Money May Not Buy Happiness, But I'd

I've Read Proust And Stendhal. That Keeps You In Your Place.

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.

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.

I Like Men To Behave Like Men. I Like Them Strong And Childish.