I've Always Had A Weakness For Lost

The Way To Get A Man Interested And To Hold His Interest Was To Talk About Himself, And Then Gradually Lead The Conversation Around Yourself—and Keep It There.

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

And If We Folks Have A Motto, It's This: 'don't Holler - Smile And Bide Your Time.' We've Survived A Passel Of Things That Way, Smiling And Biding Our Time, And We've Gotten To Be Experts At Surviving.

And Apologies, Once Postponed, Become Harder And Harder To Make, And Finally Impossible.

I Was Right When I Said I'd Never Look Back. It Hurts Too Much, It Drags At Your Heart Till You Can't Ever Do Anything Else Except Look Back.