They Looked Down On Her; And She

The Diary Will Really Try And Tell People Who You Are And What You Were. The Alternative Is Writing Nothing, Or Creating A Totally Lifeless, As It Is Leafless, Garden.

Hazard Has Conditioned Us To Live In Hazard. All Our Pleasures Are Dependent On It. Even Though I Arrange For A Pleasure, And Look Forward To It, My Eventual Enjoyment Of It Is Still A Matter Of Hazard. Wherever Time Passes, There Is Hazard.

Being An Atheist Is A Matter Not Of Moral Choice, But Of Human Obligation.

Ask Me To Marry You." "will You Marry Me?" "no.

Forgetting’s Not Something You Do, It Happens To You. Only It Didn’t Happen To Me.