But Even Her Demons She Invested With

The English Language On Her Tongue Became A Smoke-screen, Without Her Eyes Changing Expression In The Least.

It's Impossible To Explain To A Yankee What `tacky' Is. They Simply Have No Word For It Up North, But My God, Do They Ever Need One.

Man Wonders But God Decides When To Kill The Prince Of Tides.

Her Library Would Have Been Valuable To A Bibliophile Except She Treated Her Books Execrably. I Would Rarely Open A Volume That She Had Not Desecrated By Underlining Her Favorite Sections With A Ball-point Pen. Once I Had Told Her That I Would Rather See A Museum Bombed Than A Book Underlined, But She Dismissed My Argument As Mere Sentimentality. She Marked Her Books So That Stunning Images And Ideas Would Not Be Lost To Her.

Love's Action. It Isn't Talk And It Never Has Been.