Nothing Any Good Isn't Hard.

He Looked At Her The Way All Women Want To Be Looked At By A Man.

She Was Feeling The Pressure Of The World Outside And She Wanted To See Him And Feel His Presence Beside Her And Be Reassured That She Was Doing The Right Thing After All.

Reserving Judgements Is A Matter Of Infinite Hope.

She Was A Faded But Still Lovely Woman Of Twenty-seven.

Sometimes I Don't Know Whether I'm Real Or Whether I'm A Character In One Of My Novels.