Few People Know So Clearly What They

The Happiest People Are The Ones With The Most Community.

Last Time I Talked To Her She Didn't Sound Like Herself. She's Depressed. It's Awful What Happens When People Run Out Of Money. They Start Thinking They're No Good.

I Know People. Most Have No Earthly Notion Of The Price Of A Snow-white Conscience.

I Stir In Bed And The Memories Rise Out Of Me Like A Buzz Of Flies From A Carcass. I Crave To Be Rid Of Them.

Like Kids Who Only Ever Get Socks For Christmas, But Still Believe With All Their Hearts In Santa.