It Reads Better Than It Lives

History Is Moving Pretty Quickly These Days, And The Heroes And Villains Keep On Changing Parts.

I Would Stay Away From Him And Leave Him To Go His Own Road Where There Would Be Other Women, Countless Other Women, Who Would Probably Give Him As Much Physical Pleasure As He Had Had With Me. I Wouldn’t Care, Or At Least I Told Myself That I Wouldn’t Care, Because None Of Them Would Ever Own Him—own Any Larger Piece Of Him Than I Now Did.

Against The Background Of This Luminous And Sparkling Stage Bond Stood In The Sunshine And Felt His Mission To Be Incongruous And Remote And His Dark Profession An Affront To His Fellow Actors.

It’s Just That I’d Rather Die Of Drink Than Of Thirst.

Older Women Are Best Because They Always Think They May Be Doing It For The Last Time.