People Must Do What They

No, My Dear, I'm Not In Love With You, No More Than You Are With Me, And If I Were, You Would Be The Last Person I'd Ever Tell. God Help The Man Who Ever Really Loves You. You'd Break His Heart, My Darling, Cruel, Destructive Little Cat Who Is So Careless And Confident She Doesn't Even Trouble To Sheathe Her Claws.

There'll Always Be Wars Because Men Love Wars. Women Don't, But Men Do.

But She Knew That No Matter What Beauty Lay Behind, It Must Remain There. No One Could Go Forward With A Load Of Aching Memories.

So It Was True! A Pain Slashed At Her Heart As Savagely As A Wild Animal's Fangs.

I Do Not Write With Ease, Nor Am I Ever Pleased With Anything I Write. And So I Rewrite.