I Think Like A Genius,

Don't Cry, I'm Sorry To Have Deceived You So Much, But That's How Life Is.

…she Was, Obviously, One Of Those Women Whose Polished Words May Reflect A Book Club Or Bridge Club, Or Any Other Deadly Conventionality, But Never Her Soul.

It Was Love At First Sight, At Last Sight, At Ever And Ever Sight.

You Can Always Count On A Murderer For A Fancy Prose Style.

Look At This Tangle Of Thorns.