Suffering Is Also Good, It Makes A

Bad Quarrels Come When Two People Are Wrong. Worse Quarrels Come When Two People Are Right.

It Was The Last Time She’d See The River From That Window. The Last Time Of Anything Has The Poignancy Of Death Itself. This That I See Now, She Thought, To See No More This Way. Oh, The Last Time How Clearly You See Everything; As Though A Magnifying Light Had Been Turned On It. And You Grieve Because You Hadn’t Held It Tighter When You Had It Every Day.

Did You Ever See So Many Pee-wee Hats, Carl?" "they're Beanies." "they Call Them Pee-wees In Brooklyn." "but I'm Not In Brooklyn." "but You're Still A Brooklynite." "i Wouldn't Want That To Get Around, Annie." "you Don't Mean That, Carl." "ah, We Might As Well Call Them Beanies, Annie." "why?" "when In Rome Do As The Romans Do." "do They Call Them Beanies In Rome?" She Asked Artlessly. "this Is The Silliest Conversation.

Books Became Her Friends, And There Was One For Every Mood.

She Had Heard Papa Sing So Many Songs About The Heart; The Heart That Was Breaking - Was Aching - Was Dancing -was Heavy Laden - That Leaped For Joy - That Was Heavy In Sorrow - That Turned Over - That Stood Still. She Really Believed The Heart Actually Did Those Things.