Life's Under No Obligation To Give Us

So I Have. Let Me Hold The Baby, Scarlett. Oh, I Know How To Hold Babies. I Have Many Strange Accomplishments. Well, He Certainly Looks Like Frank. All Except The Whiskers, But Give Him Time.” “i Hope Not. It’s A Girl.

Make Up Your Mind To This. If You Are Different, You Are Isolated, Not Only From People Of Your Own Age But From Those Of Your Parents' Generation And From Your Children's Generation Too. They'll Never Understand You And They'll Be Shocked No Matter What You Do. But Your Grandparents Would Probably Be Proud Of You And Say: 'theres A Chip Off The Old Block,' And Your Grandchildren Will Sigh Enviously And Say: 'what An Old Rip Grandma Must Have Been!' And They'll Try To Be Like You.

All She Wanted Was A Breathing Space In Which To Hurt.

Perhaps - I Want The Old Days Back Again And They'll Never Come Back, And I Am Haunted By The Memory Of Them And Of The World Falling About My Ears.

The Green Eyes In The Carefully Sweet Face Were Turbulent, Willful, Lusty With Life, Distinctly At Variance With Her Decorous Demeanor. Her Manners Had Been Imposed Upon Her ... Her Eyes Were Her Own.