It's Always Coldest Before The Warm.

She Danced Because She Needed To. She Needed To Say Things Which Could Be Said In No Other Way, And She Needed To Take Her Meaning And Her Living From The Saying Of Them.

Sometimes I Think I Must Have A Guardian Idiot. A Little Invisible Spirit Just Behind My Shoulder, Looking Out For Me...only He's An Imbecile.

Pain Shared Is Pain Lessened; Joy Shared Is Joy Increased. Thus Do We Refute Entropy.

It Took Me Better Than A Quarter Century To Learn, The Hard Way, That Hard Work At Something You Want To Be Doing Is The Most Fun That You Can Have Out Of Bed . . . To Learn That The Smart Man Finds Ways To Make Everything He Does Be Work; To Learn That "leisure" Time Is Truly Pleasurable (indeed Tolerable) Only To The Extent That Is Its Subconscious Grazing For Information With Which To Infuse Newer, Better Work.

We Did Make Use, From Time To Time, Of Candles, Neckties, Scarves, Shoelaces, A Little Water-color Paintbrush, Her Hairbrush, Butter, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, My Swedish Hand Vibrator, A Fascinating Bead Necklace She Had, Miscellaneous Common Household Items, And Every Molecule Of Flesh That Was Exposed To Air Or Could Be Located With Strenuous Search.