I Keep Telling Myself I Should Try

It Touched Me To Be Trusted With Something Terrible.

The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only The Mind.

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.

No Book That Is Written For An External Purpose Is Going To Be A Passionately Felt Book For The Writer Or The Reader. I Don't See The Point In Doing That.

There Is Nothing Harder, At Moments, Than Talking To Someone Who Has All The Power Of Silence.