Maybe Thats Because We Take Criticism Best

It Is So Appropriate To Color Hope Yellow, Like The Sun We Seldom Saw. And As I Begin To Copy From The Old Memorandum Journals That I Kept For So Long, A Title Comes As If Inspired. 'open The Window And Stand In The Sunshine.' Yet, I Hesitate To Name Our Story That. For I Think Of Us More As Flowers In The Attic.

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

It Was The Eyes. The Secret Of Love Was In The Eyes. The Way One Person Looked At Another, The Way Eyes Communicated And Spoke When The Lips Never Moved.

You Are The Most Dangerous Kind Of Female The World Can Ever Know. You Carry The Seeds For Your Own Destruction And The Destruction Of Everyone Who Loves You. And A Great Many Will Love You For Your Beautiful Face For Your Seductive Body; But You Will Fail Them All Because You Will Believe They All Fail You First. You Are An Idealist Of The Worst Kind - The Romantic Idealist. Born To Destroy And Self Destruct.