I Will Think About That Tomorrow!

Say You’ll Marry Me When I Come Back Or, Before God, I Won’t Go. I’ll Stay Around Here And Play A Guitar Under Your Window Every Night And Sing At The Top Of My Voice And Compromise You, So You’ll Have To Marry Me To Save Your Reputation.

Death, Taxes And Childbirth! There's Never Any Convenient Time For Any Of Them.

Everybody's Mainspring Is Different. And I Want To Say This - Folks Whose Mainsprings Are Busted Are Better Dead.

I Have A Passionate Desire For Personal Privacy. I Want To Stand Before The World, For Good Or Bad, On The Book I Wrote, Not On What I Say In Letters To Friends, Not On My Husband And My Home Life, The Way I Dress, My Likes And Dislikes, Et Cetera. My Book Belongs To Anyone Who Has The Price, But Nothing Of Me Belongs To The Public.

But The Small Cloud Which Appeared In The Northwest Four Months Ago Had Blown Up Into A Mighty Storm And Then Into A Screaming Tornado,sweeping Away Her World, Whirling Her Out Of Her Sheltered Life,and Dropping Her Down In The Midst Of This Still,haunted Desolation.