The Past Is Interesting To Me Because

Sweet, She Thought. He Must Think I Can't Bear To Hear Him Say It. That After All I Have Told Him And After Telling Me How Many Feet I Have, "goodbye" Would Break Me To Pieces. Ain't That Sweet. "so Long," She Murmured From The Far Side Of The Trees.

If We Had No Language We'd Have Nothing.

I Wrote My First Novel Because I Wanted To Read It.

Grown Don't Mean Nothing To A Mother. A Child Is A Child. They Get Bigger, Older, But Grown? What's That Supposed To Mean? In My Heart It Don't Mean A Thing.

I Have The Wonderful Pleasure Of Finishing The Book And Closing It. And I Don't Read Them Later.