Murder Your Darlings.

I Wanted No More Riotous Excursions With Privileged Glimpses Into The Human Heart.

The Rich Get Richer And The Poor Get - Children.

Somewhere Inside Me There’ll Always Be The Person I Am To-night

Love Is Fragile -- She Was Thinking -- But Perhaps The Pieces Are Saved, The Things That Hovered On Lips, That Might Have Been Said. The New Love-words, The Tenderness Learned, And Treasured Up For The Next Lover.

Tireless Passion, Fierce Jealousy, Longing To Possess And Crush-these Alone Were Left Of All His Love For Rosalind; These Remained To Him As Payment For The Loss Of His Youth-bitter Calomel Under The Thin Sugar Of Love's Exaltation.