She Could Not Ignore Life. She Had

You Have Eternity In Which To Explain And Only One Night To Be A Martyr In The Amphitheater Get Out, Darling, And Let Me See The Lions Eat You.

You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

Once, When She Was Six Years Old, She Had Fallen From A Tree, Flat On Her Stomach. She Could Still Recall That Sickening Interval Before Breath Came Back Into Her Body. Now, As She Looked At Him, She Felt The Same Way She Had Felt Then, Breathless, Stunned, Nauseated.

The Usual Masculine Dissillusionment Is Discovering That A Woman Has A Brain

What’s Broken Is Broken—and I’d Rather Remember It As It Was At Its Best Than Mend It And See The Broken Places As Long As I Live…i’m Too Old To Believe In Such Sentimentalities As Clean Slates And Starting All Over.