Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has

Love Is Bitter And All There Is, And That The Rest Is For The Emotional Beggars Of The Earth.

Women Sometimes Seem To Share A Quiet, Unalterable Dogma Of Persecution That Endows Even The Most Sophisticated Of Them With The Inarticulate Poignancy Of The Peasant.

Something In Me Vibrates To A Dusky, Dreamy Smell Of Dying Moons And Shadows.

Isn't It Funny How Danger Makes People Passionate?

Spinach And Champagne. Going Back To The Kitchens At The Old Waldorf. Dancing On The Kitchen Tables, Wearing The Chef's Headgear. Finally, A Crash And Being Escorted Out By The House Detectives.