Nancy Had A Mouth Like A Remembered

No One Should Live Beyond 30.

I Have Asked A Lot Of My Emotions-one Hundred And Twenty Stories. The Price Was High, Right Up With Kipling, Because There Was One Little Drop Of Something, Not Blood, Not A Tear, Not My Seed, But Me More Intimately Than These, In Every Story, It Was The Extra I Had. Now It Has Gone And I Am Just Like You Now.

Dishonesty In A Woman Is A Thing You Never Blame Deeply.

New York Had All The Iridescence Of The Beginning Of The World.

This Is What I Think Now: That The Natural State Of The Sentient Adult Is A Qualified Unhappiness.