Her Heart Was A Secret

You Seem A Decent Fellow," Inigo Said. "i Hate To Kill You." You Seem A Decent Fellow," Answered The Man In Black. "i Hate To Die.

One Way An Author Dies A Little Each Day Is When His Books Go Out Of Print.

It’s An Accepted Fact That All Writers Are Crazy, Even The Normal Ones Are Weird.

The Countess Was Considerably Younger Than Her Husband. All Of Her Clothes Came From Paris (this Was After Paris) And She Had Superb Taste. (this Was After Taste Too, But Only Just. And Since It Was Such A New Thing, And Since The Countess Was The Only Lady In All Florin To Posses It, Is It Any Wonder She Was The Leading Hostess In The Land?)

People Don't Remember Me. Really. It's Not A Paranoid Thing; I Just Have This Habit Of Slipping Through Memories. It Doesn't Bother Me All That Much, Except I Guess That's A Lie; It Does. For Some Reason, I Test Very High On Forgettability.