I Read All The Time So It's

She Didn't Have To Be Offered Anything; It Was Already Hers. She Was More Herself Than Anyone Else Ever Was And As Soon As I Clapped Eyes On Her I Knew I Wanted To Be Myself Just As Much As She Was Herself.

Love Is A Secret Society, A Community For Two.

In Terms Of Sheer Writing I Might Have Done Most Of My Work By 11. If You Get Up At 6:30 Or 7 You Can Get A Huge Amount Done By 11 And Have The Rest Of The Day Off If You Want To, Though I Have To Check My Accumulating E-mails. No One Ever Sends Me Horrible E-mails. Although Some Of My Books Are Supposed To Be Hated, No One Ever Tells Me.

That's Her Secret, I Suppose. Everything That Happens To Her She's Proud Of. She Makes It Special By It Happening To Her.

Try It. You Don't Have To Do It Ever Again If You Don't Want To. But Try It Once. Try Everything Once.