It Is Not True That People Stop

The Woman Let Out An Expansive Laugh That Resounded Through The House Like A Spray Of Broken Glass.

I Never Had Intimate Friends, And The Few Who Came Close Are In New York. By Which I Mean They're Dead, Because That's Where I Suppose Condemned Souls Go In Order Not To Endure The Truth Of Their Past Lives.

She Searched The Truth With An Anguish Almost As Great As Her Terrible Fear Of Finding It .

The Truth Is That I Know Very Few Novelists Who Have Been Satisfied With The Adaptation Of Their Books For The Screen.

Justice Limps Along, But Gets There All The Same.