If A Man Doesn't Like

He Loved Her, He Loved Her, And Until He'd Loved Her She Had Never Minded Being Alone.

The Wind Is Us-- It Gathers And Remembers All Our Voices, Then Sends Them Talking And Telling Through The Leaves And The Fields.

I'm One Of The World's Greatest Pencil Sharpeners.

That's Not Writing, That's Typing

To Wake Up One Morning And Feel That I Was A Last A Grown-up Person, Emptied Of Resentment, Vengeful Thoughts And Other Wasteful Childish Emotions. To Find Myself, In Other Words, An Adult. Truman Capote