She Brushed Her Eyelashes Against His Chest.

I Took The World Into Me, Rearranged It, And Sent It Back Out As A Question: "do You Like Me?

I Believed Him. I Was Not Stupid. I Was His Wife.

In The End, Everyone Loses Everyone. There Was No Invention To Get Around That, And So I Felt, That Night, Like The Turtle That Everything Else In The Universe Was On Top Of.

Why Do I Write? It's Not That I Want People To Think I Am Smart, Or Even That I Am A Good Writer. I Write Because I Want To End My Loneliness.

It Was One Of The Best Days Of My Life, A Day During Which I Lived My Life And Didn't Think About My Life At All.