To Think Of Him In The Middle

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

I Know Why Families Were Created With All Their Imperfections. They Humanize You. They Are Made To Make You Forget Yourself Occasionally, So That The Beautiful Balance Of Life Is Not Destroyed.

She Had Acquired Some Of His Gypsy Ways, Some Of His Nonchalance, His Bohemian Indiscipline. She Had Swung With Him Into The Disorders Of Strewn Clothes, Spilled Cigarette Ashes, Slipping Into Bed All Dressed, Falling Asleep Thus, Indolence, Timelessness...a Region Of Chaos And Moonlight. She Liked It There.

When You Make A World Tolerable For Yourself, You Make A World Tolerable For Others.

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.