All I Think Of Ever Is That

All That Kept Her From Breaking Was That It Was Not An Image Of Strength That Was Leaving Her; She Would Be Just As Strong Without Him.

I Wish I Could Write. I Get These Ideas But I Never Seem To Be Able To Put Them In Words.

The Rich Are Different From Us.

There Was A Kindliness About Intoxication - There Was That Indescribable Gloss And Glamour It Gave, Like The Memories Of Ephemeral And Faded Evenings.

Angry, And Half In Love With Her, And Tremendously Sorry, I Turned Away.