A Person's Memory Is Everything,

I'm Having A Magenta Day. Not Just Red, But Magenta!

We Never Know Which Lives We Influence, Or When, Or Why.

A Woman Who Would Steal Your Love When Your Love Was Really All You Had To Give Was Not Much Of A Woman.

She Didn't See Him At First. She Was Watching The Dancers. Her Color Was High, And There Were Deep Dimples At The Corners Of Her Mouth. She Looked Nine Miles Out Of Place, But He Had Never Loved Her More. This Was Willa On The Edge Of A Smile.

Madness Is A Kind Of Mental Suicide.