Without You, Dearest Dearest I Couldn't See

Maybe Other People's Ideas Of Us Are Truer Than Our Own.

She Felt The Essence Of Herself Pulled Finer And Smaller Like Those Streams Of Spun Glass That Pull And Stretch Till There Remains But A Glimmering Illusion. Neither Falling Nor Breaking, The Stream Spins Finer. She Felt Herself Very Small And Ecstatic. Alabama Was In Love.

Memories Should Be Sharp When One Has Nothing Else To Live For

Isn't It Funny How Danger Makes People Passionate?

Nobody Has Ever Been Able To Experience What They Have Thoroughly Understood - Or Understand What They Have Experienced Until They Have Achieved A Detachment That Renders Them Incapable Of Repeating The Experience.