It Is The Loose Ends With Which

I Play The Radio And Moon About...and Dream Of Utopias Where Its Always July The 24th 1935, In The Middle Of Summer Forever.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

Isn't It Funny How Danger Makes People Passionate?

Millie Beggs, By The Time She Was Forty-five, Had Become An Emotional Anarchist.

Most People Hew The Battlements Of Life From Compromise, Erecting Their Impregnable Keeps From Judicious Submissions, Fabricating Their Philosophical Drawbridges From Emotional Retractions And Scalding Marauders In The Boiling Oil Of Sour Grapes.