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Once You Have Lived With Another, It Is A Great Torture To Have To Live Alone.

Sunday Afternoons Are The Longest Afternoons Of All.

I Do Not Have Any Home. So Why Should I Be Homesick?

The Memories Of Childhood Have A Strange Shuttling Quality, And Areas Of Darkness Ring The Spaces Of Light. The Memories Of Childhood Are Like Clear Candles In An Acre Of Night, Illuminating Fixed Scenes From Surrounding Darkness.

Sometimes This Fellow's Music Was Like Little Colored Pieces Of Crystal Candy, And Other Times It Was The Softest, Saddest Thing She Had Ever Imagined About.