Sometimes Happiness Consists Of Finding

My Own Feeling Is That Human Happiness Is A Very Random Thing, And Bestows Itself Willy-nilly, And There's Not Much Deserving About The Matter.

He Is Dangerous, He Is Beautiful, I Could Drown In His Understanding.

I Don't Hate You, I Love You, You're Part Of Myself, You're My Heart And When You Go It's My Heart Torn Out And Carried Away--

No Book, However Good, Can Survive A Hostile Reading.

How Clever Of Me. I Have Found Such A Pathway Into Hell That I Can Never Get Back Out.