She Knew Few Words And Believed In

This Unlikely Story Begins On A Sea That Was A Blue Dream, As Colorful As Blue-silk Stockings, And Beneath A Sky As Blue As The Irises Of Children's Eyes.

I Was Thirty. Before Me Stretched The Portentous, Menacing Road Of A New Decade.

It's Not A Slam At You When People Are Rude, It's A Slam At The People They've Met Before.

The History Of My Life Is The History Of The Struggle Between An Overwhelming Urge To Write And A Combination Of Circumstances Bent On Keeping Me From It.

...for A Moment People Set Down Their Glasses In County Clubs And Speak-easies And Thought Of Their Old Best Dreams.