The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only

Every Writer Hopes His Or Her Book Will Be Its Own Thing.

Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely Of Men.

It Was Good To Walk Into A Library Again; It Smelled Like Home.

The Problem Is Simply Finding The Right Person. Ask Plato. Just Make Sure She Finishes Your Thoughts And You Finish Hers. That's All You Need.

Then You Must Say To Her, 'madame, I Observe That Your Heart Is Broken. Allow Me To Repair It For You.