Love Had Turned Into "love Affair" With

I Had Never Known Her Before And I Had Never Loved Her So Much. The More We Know The More We Love, I Thought.

My Two Fingers On A Typewriter Have Never Connected With My Brain. My Hand On A Pen Does. A Fountain Pen, Of Course. Ball-point Pens Are Only Good For Filling Out Forms On A Plane.

It Is The Same In Life: Sometimes It Is More Difficult To Make A Scene Than To Die.

Fun... Human Nature... Does No One Any Harm... Regular As Clockwork The Old Excuses Came Back Into The Alert, Sad And Dissatisfied Brain--nothing Ever Matched The Deep Excitement Of The Regular Desire. Men Always Failed You When It Came To The Act. She Might Just As Well Have Been To The Pictures.

There Is Always One Moment In Childhood When The Door Opens And Lets The Future In.