'dear God,' She Prayed, 'let

I Know That's What People Say-- You'll Get Over It. I'd Say It, Too. But I Know It's Not True. Oh, Youll Be Happy Again, Never Fear. But You Won't Forget. Every Time You Fall In Love It Will Be Because Something In The Man Reminds You Of Him.

There Had To Be Dark And Muddy Waters So That The Sun Could Have Something To Background It's Flashing Glory.

It Was The Last Time She’d See The River From That Window. The Last Time Of Anything Has The Poignancy Of Death Itself. This That I See Now, She Thought, To See No More This Way. Oh, The Last Time How Clearly You See Everything; As Though A Magnifying Light Had Been Turned On It. And You Grieve Because You Hadn’t Held It Tighter When You Had It Every Day.

She Was Made Up Of More, Too. She Was The Books She Read In The Library. She Was The Flower In The Brown Bowl. Part Of Her Life Was Made From The Tree Growing Rankly In The Yard. She Was The Bitter Quarrels She Had With Her Brother Whom She Loved Dearly. She Was Katie's Secret, Despairing Weeping. She Was The Shame Of Her Father Stumbling Home Drunk. She Was All Of These Things And Of Something More...it Was What God Or Whatever Is His Equivalent Puts Into Each Soul That Is Given Life - The One Different Thing Such As That Which Makes No Two Fingerprints On The Face Of The Earth Alike.

The Difference Between Rich And Poor", Said Francie, "is That The Poor Do Everything With Thier Own Hands And The Rich Hire Hands To Do Things.