She Refused To Be Bored Chiefly Because

“everybody Gives You Belief For The Asking,” She Said To David, “and So Few People Give You Anything More To Believe In Than Your Own Belief—just Not Letting You Down, That's All. It's So Hard To Find A Person Who Accepts Responsibilities Beyond What You Ask.' 'so Easy To Be Loved - So Hard To Love.' David Answered.

I Can't Read Or Sleep. Without Hope Or Youth Or Money I Sit Constantly Wishing I Were Dead.

I Wish We Could Spend July By The Sea, Browning Ourselves And Feeling Water-weighted Hair Flow Behind Us From A Dive. I Wish Our Gravest Concerns Were The Summer Gnats. I Wish We Were Hungry For Hot Dogs And Dopes, And It Would Be Nice To Smell The Starch Of Summer Linens And The Faint Odor Of Talc In Blistering Summer Bath Houses ... We Could Lie In Long Citoneuse Beams Of The Five O'clock Sun On The Plage At Juan-les-pins And Hear The Sound Of The Drum And Piano Being Scooped Out To Sea By The Waves.

Women, Despite The Fact That Nine Out Of Ten Of Them Go Through Life With A Death-bed Air Either Of Snatching-the-last-moment Or With Martyr-resignation, Do Not Die Tomorrow--or The Next Day. They Have To Live On To Any One Of Many Bitter Ends.

I Love You, Even If There Isn’t Any Me, Or Any Love, Or Even Any Life. I Love You.