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We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We ... Believe Me Naïve Or Innocent, Who Has The Courage To Treat Me Like A Woman.

The Morning I Got Up To Begin This Book I Coughed. Something Was Coming Out Of My Throat: It Was Strangling Me. I Broke The Thread Which Held It And Yanked It Out. I Went Back To Bed And Said: I Have Just Spat Out My Heart.

He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.

We Travel, Some Of Us Forever, To Seek Other States, Other Lives, Other Souls.

Solitude May Rust Your Words.