Well, There's A Little Bit Of Man

Brooklyn Was A Dream. All The Things That Happened There Just Couldn't Happen. It Was All Dream Stuff. Or Was It All Real And True And Was It That She, Francie, Was The Dreamer?

The Library Was A Little Old Shaby Place. Francie Thought It Was Beautiful. The Feeling She Had About It Was As Good As The Feeling She Had About Church. She Pushed Open The Door And Went In. She Liked The Cmbined Smell Of Worn Leather Bindings, Library Past And Freshly Inked Stamping Pads Better Than She Liked The Smell Of Burning Incense At High Mass.

In Teaching Your Child, Do Not Forget That Suffering Is Good Too. It Makes A Person Rich In Character.

A Person Who Pulls Himself Up From A Low Environment Via The Bootstrap Route Has Two Choices. Having Risen Above His Environment, He Can Forget It; Or, He Can Rise Above It And Never Forget It And Keep Compassion And Understanding In His Heart For Those He Has Left Behind Him In The Cruel Upclimb.

I Need Someone. I Need To Hold Somebody Close. And I Need More Than This Holding. I Need Someone To Understand How I Feel At A Time Like Now. And The Understanding Must Be Part Of The Holding.