At The Age Of Twelve I Was

Dialogue Should Show The Relationships Among People.

What's The Matter With This Country Is The Matter With The Lot Of Us Individually - Our Sense Of Personality Is A Sense Of Outrage.

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends. The Friend Becomes A Traitor By Breaking, However Unwillingly Or Sadly, Out Of Our Own Zone: A Hard Judgment Is Passed On Him, For All The Pleas Of The Heart.

With No Banal Reassuring Grown-ups Present, With Grown-up Intervention Taken Away, There Is No Limit To The Terror Strange Children Feel Of Each Other, A Terror Life Obscures But Never Ceases To Justify. There Is No End To The Violations Committed By Children On Children, Quietly Talking Alone.

Memory Is To Love What The Saucer Is To The Cup.