A Woman Can Put Up

People Are Islands,' She Said. 'they Don't Really Touch. However Close They Are, They're Really Quite Separate. Even If They've Been Married For Fifty Years.

Love Of Life Is Born Of The Awareness Of Death, Of The Dread Of It.

Once Is Happenstance. Twice Is Coincidence. Three Times Is Enemy Action.

And Then One Day When You're Playing Your Little Game You'll Suddenly Find Yourself Pinned Down Like A Butterfly.

Loneliness Becomes A Lover, Solitude A Darling Sin.