It Is The Privilege Of Those Who

For After All We Make Our Faces As We Go Along.

What Is There To Do When People Die - People So Dear And Rare - But Bring Them Back By Remembering?

It's Extraordinary How Little Two People Can Understand Each Other And How Cruel Two People Who Are Fond Of Each Other Can Be To Each Other - There Is Practically No Cruelty So Awful Because Their Power To Hurt Is So Great.

We Only Keep What We Lose.

I Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except Maybe When I'm Making Love.