People Are Like Almanacs, Bonnie - You

Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Dependent Largely On What They've Hoped For.

I Don't Want To Live. I Want To Love First, And Live Incidentally.

I Love You, Even If There Isn’t Any Me, Or Any Love, Or Even Any Life. I Love You.

People Are Like Almanacs, Bonnie - You Never Can Find The Information You're Looking For, But The Casual Reading Is Well Worth The Trouble.

It Seemed To Alabama That, Reaching Her Goal, She Would Drive The Devils That Had Driven Her - That, In Proving Herself, She Would Achieve That Peace Which She Imagined Went Only In Surety Of One’s Self - That She Would Be Able, Through The Medium Of The Dance, To Command Her Emotions, To Summon Love Or Pity Or Happiness At Will, Having Provided A Channel Through Which They Might Flow. She Drove Herself Mercilessly, And The Summer Dragged On.