All The World's A Stage

She Was Afraid, And The Afraid, She Realized, Sought Opportunities For Bravery In Love.

This Lunge At Moral Fastidiousness Was Something She'd Noticed A Lot In People Around Here. They Were Not Good People. They Were Not Kind. But They Recycled Their Newspapers!

Love Drains You, Takes With It Much Of Your Blood Sugar And Water Weight. You Are Like A House Slowly Losing Its Electricity, The Fans Slowing, The Lights Dimming And Flickering; The Clocks Stop And Go And Stop.

You Know, As Fiction Writers, If Our Instincts Are Off, We Can't Pay Our Bills.

Once Love Had Seemed Like Magic. Now It Seemed Like Tricks.