Of Course I Think Of

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

None Of Us Suffers As Much As We Should, Or Loves As Much As We Say. Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.

Certainty Always Produces Questions, Uncertainty Statements. It Is A Balancing Law Of Nature.

We Are But Skin About A Wind, With Muscles Clenched Against Mortality.

She Was Nervous About The Future; It Made Her Indelicate. She Was One Of The Most Unimportantly Wicked Women Of Her Time --because She Could Not Let Her Time Alone, And Yet Could Never Be A Part Of It. She Wanted To Be The Reason For Everything And So Was The Cause Of Nothing. She Had The Fluency Of Tongue And Action Meted Out By Divine Providence To Those Who Cannot Think For Themselves. She Was The Master Of The Over-sweet Phrase, The Over-tight Embrace.