When All Is Said And

They Weren't True Stories; They Were Better Than That.

I Thought Of The Bowl Of Water My Mother Taught Me To Look Into. It Was True, Everything A Person Ever Needed To Know Was Right There In A Single Bowl Small Enough To Fit In The Palm Of One Hand.

...but Now The Worst Crime Was Pretending To Be Something You Were Not.

He Has The Ability To Catch Someone By The Way That He Looks At Her, And Make Her Wish He Would Go On Looking.

She Was So Busy Forgetting, She Couldn't Take A Single Step Into The Future.