You Can Never Betray The People Who

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

Great Writers Are The Saints For The Godless.

A Complete Woman Is Probably Not A Very Admirable Creature. She Is Manipulative, Uses Other People To Get Her Own Way, And Works Within Whatever System She Is In.

When You Make A Break For Freedom You Don't Necessarily Find Company On The Way.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.