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Every Problem Has Two Handles. You Can Grab It By The Handle Of Fear Or The Handle Of Hope.

I'll Think Of It Tomorrow, At Tara. I Can Stand It Then. Tomorrow, I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back. After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

You Are A Child If You Thought I Didn’t Know, For All Your Smothering Yourself Under That Hot Lap Robe. Of Course, I Knew. Why Else Do You Think I’ve Been—” He Stopped Suddenly And A Silence Fell Between Them. He Picked Up The Reins And Clucked To The Horse.

Some Mistakes Are Too Much Fun To Make Only Once.

I Have A Passionate Desire For Personal Privacy. I Want To Stand Before The World, For Good Or Bad, On The Book I Wrote, Not On What I Say In Letters To Friends, Not On My Husband And My Home Life, The Way I Dress, My Likes And Dislikes, Et Cetera. My Book Belongs To Anyone Who Has The Price, But Nothing Of Me Belongs To The Public.