I Held Out My Arms To Him

We Are All Ghosts Of Yesterday, And The Phantom Of Tomorrow Awaits Us Alike In Sunshine Or In Shadow, Dimly Perceived At Times, Never Entirely Lost.

All Autobiography Is Self-indulgent.

No Person Will Ever Get Into My Blood As A Place Can ... People And Things Pass Away, But Not Places.

No, Mary Had No Illusions About Romance. Falling In Love Was A Pretty Name For It, That Was All.

He Lacked Tenderness; He Was Rude; And He Had More Than A Streak Of Cruelty In Him; He Was A Thief And A Liar. He Stood For Everything She Feared And Hated And Despised; But She Knew She Could Love Him... This Was No Choice Made With The Mind.