Only Peons Made Excusses For Themselves She

Wasn't That The Way It Always Was? You Didn't Know, You Couldn't Tell, You Just Let It Happen... Perhaps They Didn't Know Themselves. Sometimes The Line Was Very Fine.

I Watched Her For A Long Time, Memorizing Her Shoulders, Her Long-legged Gait. This Was How Girls Left. They Packed Up Their Suitcases And Walked Away In High Heels. They Pretended They Weren't Crying, That It Wasn't The Worst Day Of Their Lives. That They Didn't Want Their Mothers To Come Running After Them, Begging Their Forgiveness, That They Wouldn't Have Gone Down On Their Knees And Thanked God If They Could Stay.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

As A Person With Terrible Handwriting, I Love The Computer. I've Waited All My Life For The Computer.

I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In The Good Potter's Hand.