How Easy I Was. Like

We Strive For Beauty And Balance, The Sensual Over The Sentimental.

Who Can Judge Another Man's Suffering?

In Our Exterior Life, We Can Be Only One Person. But In Our Imagination, We Can Be Anyone, Anywhere.

If This Was A Sandalwood Pyre She Would Have Thrown Herself In And This Paper She'd Become Would Have Caught Fire And She And Him Could Sail Away Like Two Birds.

She’s Never Where She Is,' I Said. 'she’s Only Inside Her Head.