Only When A Tree Has Fallen Can

These Bright Roofs, These Steep Towers, These Jewel-lakes, These Skeins Of Railroad Line - All Spoke To Her And She Answered. She Was Glad They Were There. She Belonged To Them And They To Her.

... Writing Letters Is Thinking, Just As Talking To You Is Thinking.

We Are Always Bargaining With Our Feelings So That We Can Live From Day To Day.

Grief Can't Be Shared. Everyone Carries It Alone. His Own Burden In His Own Way.

It Is Not Restful, It Is Not Possible To Talk Wholeheartedly To More Than One Person At A Time. You Can't Really Talk With A Person Unless You Surrender To Them, For The Moment (all Other Talk Is Futile). You Can't Surrender To More Than One Person A Moment.