There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real

Now I No Longer Wish To Be Loved, Beautiful, Happy Or Successful. I Want One Thing And One Thing Only - To Be Left Alone.

She Haunted Him, As An Ungenerous Action Haunts One.

Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby, I Imagined That God, This Strange Thing Or Person I Heard About, Was A Book.

Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?

The Rumble Of The Life Outside Was Like The Sound Of The Sea Which Was Rising Gradually Around Her.