I've Done As Many As 20 Or

Isak Dinesen Said That She Wrote A Little Every Day, Without Hope And Without Despair. I Like That.

Something’s Died In Me,” She Goes. “it Took A Long Time For It To Do It, But It’s Dead. You’ve Killed Something, Just Like You’d Took An Axe To It. Everything Is Dirt Now.

You're A Beautiful Drunk, Daughter. But You're A Drunk.

I Could Hear My Heart Beating. I Could Hear Everyone's Heart. I Could Hear The Human Noise We Sat There Making, Not One Of Us Moving, Not Even When The Room Went Dark.

What Do Any Of Us Really Know About Love?