Women Sometimes Seem To Share A Quiet,

Looking For Love Is Like Asking For A New Point Of Departure ... Another Chance In Life.

Why Is There Happiness And Comfort And Excitement Where You Are And No Where Else In The World.

Father Said Conflict Develops The Character

I Wish We Could Spend July By The Sea, Browning Ourselves And Feeling Water-weighted Hair Flow Behind Us From A Dive. I Wish Our Gravest Concerns Were The Summer Gnats. I Wish We Were Hungry For Hot Dogs And Dopes, And It Would Be Nice To Smell The Starch Of Summer Linens And The Faint Odor Of Talc In Blistering Summer Bath Houses ... We Could Lie In Long Citoneuse Beams Of The Five O'clock Sun On The Plage At Juan-les-pins And Hear The Sound Of The Drum And Piano Being Scooped Out To Sea By The Waves.

One Illusion Is As Good As Another.