There Was A Brief Silence. I Think

Love Means Not Ever Having To Say You're Sorry.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five-year-old Girl Who Died?

But What Does He Do To Qualify As A Sonovabitch?” Jenny Asked. “make Me”, I Replied. “beg Pardon?” “make Me”, I Repeated. Her Eyes Widened Like Saucers. “you Mean Like Incest?” She Asked. “don’t Give Me Your Family Problems, Jen. I Have Enough Of My Own.” “like What, Oliver?” She Asked, “like Just What Is It He Makes You Do?” “the ‘right Things’”, I Said. “what’s Wrong With The ‘right Things’?” She Asked, Delighting In The Apparent Paradox.

It Takes Someone Very Special To Help You Forget Someone Very Special.

I Think The Peace Corps Is A Fine Thing, Don't You?" He Said. "well," I Replied, "it's Certainly Better Than War Corps.