Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder… Or

In Love-making, As In Other Arts, Those Who Do It Best Cannot Tell How It Is Done.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

The Praise That Comes From Love Does Not Make Us Vain, But More Humble.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.

I Taught You To Fight And To Fly. What More Could There Be?