...the World She Ran Through Loved Her

Cecilia Wondered, As She Sometimes Did When She Met A Man For The First Time, If This Was The One She Was Going To Marry, And Whether It Was This Particular Moment She Would Remember For The Rest Of Her Life - With Gratitude, Or Profound And Particular Regret.

He Who Hesitates Is Not Only Lost, But Miles From The Next Exit.

Could It Ever Be Explained, How Matter Becomes Conscious?

I Believe The Novella Is The Perfect Form Of Prose Fiction.

She Would Simply Wait On The Bridge, Calm And Obstinate, Until Events, Real Events, Not Her Own Fantasies, Roe To Her Challenge, And Dispelled Her Insignificance.