…beating Time Along The Edge Of Thought.

I Felt Like A Racehorse In A World Without Racetracks.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much Happier.