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Our House Was Littered With Books- In The Kitchen, Under The Beds, Stuck Between The Couch Pillows--far Too Many For Her The Ever Finish. I Suppose I Thought If My Grandmother Kept Up Her Interests, She Wouldn't Die; She'd Have To Stay Around To Finish The Books She Was So Fond Of. "i've Got To Get To The Bottom Of This One," She'd Say, As If A Book Were No Different From A Pond Or A Lake. I Thought She'd Go On Reading Forever But It Didn't Work Out That Way.

Some Things, When They Change, Never Do Return To The Way They Once Were. Butterflies For Instance, And Women Who've Been In Love With The Wrong Man Too Often.

Here's The Thing About Luck...you Don't Know If It's Good Or Bad Until You Have Some Perspective.

Women Know Things That Men Will Never Know. We Keep The Best Secrets. We Tell The Best Stories.

Even In Times When It's Difficult To Figure Out, How Do You Go Forward, Art - And Books - Always Help