I Wondered Why She Craved This Knowledge

I've Read There Is No Such Thing As A Single Tear, That Old Poetic Trope. And Perhaps There Isn't, Since Hers Was Simply A Companion To My Own.

The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only The Mind.

...history It Seemed Could Be Something Entirely Different A Splash Of Blood Whose Agony Didn't Fade Overnight Or Over Centuries.

We Gypsies Know That Where Jews Are Killed, Gypsies Are Always Murthered Too. And Then A Lot Of Other People, Usually.

I Was Filled With Angst In College, That I Struggled With The Question Of My Future, The Meaning Of My Life - Spoiled Sheltered Rich Girl Collides With Great Books And Is Devastated By Her Own Banality.