There Is No Science Without

I Think It Is All A Matter Of Love: The More You Love A Memory, The Stronger And Stranger It Is.

All Colors Made Me Happy: Even Gray. My Eyes Were Such That Literally They Took Photographs.

I Know More Than I Can Express In Words, And The Little I Can Express Would Not Have Been Expressed, Had I Not Known More.

He Broke My Heart. You Merely Broke My Life.

…she Was, Obviously, One Of Those Women Whose Polished Words May Reflect A Book Club Or Bridge Club, Or Any Other Deadly Conventionality, But Never Her Soul.