Women Always Seemed To Bring The Size

The Bottom Had Arrived. She Crashed Against It, But It Brought No Sense Of Closure Or Understanding. She Just Lay There At The Bottom Looking Up. She Knew There Must Be A Very Tiny Circle Of Light Up There Somewhere, But Just Now She Couldn’t See It.

Bridget Cried For The Leavers And The Left. For The People, Like Herself, Grimly Forsaking What Precious Gifts They Would Ever Get.

People Sometimes Talk About The Power Of First Impressions, And Believe Me, There Is Truth To It.

He Didn't Seem To Realize That Three Excuses Was As Good As No Excuse.

All My Life, Everybody Has Seen Me A Certain Way. What Do You See?