There'll Always Be Wars Because

The Old Guard Dies But It Never Surrenders.

I Can't Think About That Right Now. If I Do, I'll Go Crazy. I'll Think About That Tomorrow.

It Was Not Often That She Was Alone Like This And She Did Not Like It. When She Was Alone She Had To Think And, These Days, Thoughts Were Not So Pleasant.

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

Until You've Lost Your Reputation, You Never Realize What A Burden It Was.