I Want To Live In A Place

He Knew These Last Lines By Heart And Mouthed Them Now In The Darkness. My Reason For Life. Not Living, But Life. That Was The Touch. And She Was His Reason For Life, And Why He Must Survive.

Not Everything People Did Could Be In A Correct, Logical Order, Especially When They Were Alone.

At The Risk Of Sounding Like Virginia Woolf, I Could Live On £700 A Year.

The Evasions Of Her Little Novel Were Exactly Those Of Her Life. Everything She Did Not Wish To Confront Was Also Missing From Her Novella--and Was Necessary To It.

Find You, Love You, Marry You, And Live Without Shame.