My Pen Shall Heal, Not

Who Would Endure Life If It Were Not For The Hope Of Death?

I Have Really Done So Few Bad Things That They Have To Keep Harping On The Old Ones [.]

Red Hair Is My Life Long Sorrow.

She Had...the Glimmerings Of A Sense Of Humour - Which Is Simply Another Name For A Sense Of The Fitness Of Things.

But If You Call Me Anne, Please Call Me Anne With An 'e'.