I Think If I Had Done Anything

The First Time I Saw A Fingerbowl Was At The Home Of My Benefactress. [...] The Water Had A Few Cherry Blossoms In It, And I Thought It Must Be Some Clear Sort Of Japanese After-dinner Soup And Ate Every Bit Of It, Including The Crisp Little Blossoms.

I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.

The Night Sky Is Only A Sort Of Carbon Paper, Blueblack, With The Much-poked Periods Of Stars Letting In The Light, Peephole After Peephole--- A Bonewhite Light, Like Death, Behind All Things.

I Have The One Person I Could Ever Love In This World. Now I Must Work To Be A Person Worthy Of That.