What You Take To Be Hyprocrisy Is

When I Think About It, If I Had To Choose, I'd Rather Be Happy Than Write.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

I Long To Be ... Like Other People! The Extraordinary, Ungetatable, Oddly Cruel Other People, With Their Way Of Wantonly Hurting And Then Accusing You Of Being Thin-skinned, Sulky, Vindictive Or Ridiculous.

She Could Give Herself Up To The Written Word As Naturally As A Good Dancer To Music Or A Fine Swimmer To Water. The Only Difficulty Was That After Finishing The Last Sentence She Was Left With A Feeling At Once Hollow And Uncomfortably Full. Exactly Like Indigestion.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.