There Was A Brief Silence. I Think

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five Year Old Girl Who Died? That She Was Beautiful And Brilliant. That She Loved Mozart And Bach. The Beatles. And Me.

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five-year-old Girl Who Died?

It Takes Someone Very Special To Help You Forget Someone Very Special.

I Think The Peace Corps Is A Fine Thing, Don't You?" He Said. "well," I Replied, "it's Certainly Better Than War Corps.