Your Face Is My Heart

He's A Man...and That's No Small Thing To Be.

You Are Mine, Always, If Ye Will It Or No, If Ye Want Me Or Nay. Mine, And I Willna Let Ye Go

I Shook So That It Was Some Time Before I Realized That He Was Shaking Too, And For The Same Reason. I Don't Know How Long We Sat There On The Dusty Floor, Crying In Each Others Arms With The Longing Of Twenty Years Spilling Down Our Faces.

Character, I Think, Is The Single Most Important Thing In Fiction. You Might Read A Book Once For Its Interesting Plot—but Not Twice.

He Gave You To Me," She Said, So Low I Could Hardly Hear Her. "now I Have To Give You Back To Him, Mama.