I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.

Before I Could Read, Almost A Baby, I Imagined That God, This Strange Thing Or Person I Heard About, Was A Book.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.

Something In Her Brain That Still Remained Calm Told Her That She Was Doing A Very Foolish Thing Indeed.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.