Well, There's A Little Bit Of Man

She Was Made Up Of More, Too. She Was The Books She Read In The Library. She Was The Flower In The Brown Bowl. Part Of Her Life Was Made From The Tree Growing Rankly In The Yard. She Was The Bitter Quarrels She Had With Her Brother Whom She Loved Dearly. She Was Katie's Secret, Despairing Weeping. She Was The Shame Of Her Father Stumbling Home Drunk. She Was All Of These Things And Of Something More...it Was What God Or Whatever Is His Equivalent Puts Into Each Soul That Is Given Life - The One Different Thing Such As That Which Makes No Two Fingerprints On The Face Of The Earth Alike.

No. I Don't Want To Need Anybody. I Want Someone To Need Me ... I Want Someone To Need Me.

I Hate All Those Flirty-birty Games That Women Make Up. Life's Too Short. If You Ever Find A Man You Love, Don't Waste Time Hanging Your Head And Simpering. Go Right Up To Him And Say, 'i Love You. How About Getting Married?

How Much Do They Be Paying You?" He Asked Mellowly. "the Usual Salary. A Little More Than They Think I'm Worth And A Little Less Than I Think I'm Worth.

'dear God,' She Prayed, 'let Me Be Something Every Minute Of Every Hour Of My Life.'