Make No Mistake: Peaceful Madmen Are Ahead

Everything That Goes Into My Mouth Seems To Make Me Fat, Everything That Comes Out Of My Mouth Embarrasses Me.

She Would Walk Through The Kitchen At Any Hour, Whenever She Was Hungry, And Put Her Fork In The Pots And Eat A Little Of Everything Without Placing Anything On A Plate, Standing In Front Of The Stove, Talking To The Serving Women, Who Were The Only Ones With Whom She Felt Comfortable, The Ones She Got Along With Best.

The Anxiety Of Falling In Love Could Not Find Repose Except In Bed.

Love Is Not A Condition Of The Spirit But A Sign Of The Zodiac.

The Spirit Of Her Invincible Heart Guided Her Through The Shadows.