A Beautiful Day With The Buoyancy Of

Dizzy With Excitement Is No Mere Phrase.

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.

The True Beloveds Of This World Are In Their Lover's Eyes Lilacs Opening, Ship Lights, School Bells, A Landscape, Remembered Conversations, Friends, A Child's Sunday, Lost Voices, One's Favorite Suit, Autumn And All Seasons, Memory, Yes, It Being The Earth And Water Of Existence, Memory.

I'm Very Scared, Buster. Yes, At Last. Because It Could Go On Forever. Not Knowing What's Yours Until You've Thrown It Away.

The Quietness Of His Tone Italicized The Malice Of His Reply.