She Lay In The Dark And Knew

Let The Guilty Bury The Innocent, And Let No One Change The Evidence

I Apologize For Being Obvious, But Every Time I Watch The Curtain Come Down On Even A Halfway Decent Production Of A Shakespeare Play I Feel A Little Sorrowful That I'll Never Know The Man, Or Any Man Of Such Warm Intelligence.

He Had Never Before Felt So Self-consciously Young, Nor Experienced Such Appetite, Such Impatience For The Story To Begin.

Daylight Seemed Then To Be The Physical Manifestation Of Common Sense.

Not Being Boring Is Quite A Challenge.