No Fruit Dies So Vile And Offensive

No Fruit Dies So Vile And Offensive A Death As The Banana.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss? Romantically She Decided That Love Must Surely Reside In The Gap Between Desire And Fulfillment, In The Lack, Not The Contentment. Love Was The Ache, The Anticipation, The Retreat, Everything Around It But The Emotion Itself.

All Day, The Colors Had Been Those Of Dusk, Mist Moving Like A Water Creature Across The Great Flanks Of Mountains Possessed Of Ocean Shadows And Depths.

Why Couldn't She Be Part Of That Family? Rent A Room In Someone Else's Life.

I Love Truman Capote, Tennessee Williams, Flannery O'connor. I Read A Lot Of American Writers.