Great Fury, Like Great Whisky,

Here Is A Hall Without Exit, A Tunnel Without End.

[y]outh Is Hardly Human: It Can't Be, For The Young Never Believe They Will Die...especially Would They Never Believe That Death Comes, And Often, In Forms Other Than The Natural One.

He Loved Her, He Loved Her, And Until He'd Loved Her She Had Never Minded Being Alone.

There Is No Shame — Having A Dirty Face — The Shame Comes When You Keep It Dirty.

The Instant She Saw The Letter She Squinted Her Eyes And Bent Her Lips In A Tough Tiny Smile That Advanced Her Age Immeasurably. "darling," She Instructed Me, "would You Reach In The Drawer There And Give Me My Purse. A Girl Doesn't Read This Sort Of Thing Without Her Lipstick.