I Will Think Of You

He Was Like A Song I'd Heard Once In Fragments But Had Been Singing In My Mind Ever Since.

A Geisha Has Studied A Man's Moods And His Seasons. She Fusses And He Blooms.

Here's The Thing: This Eel Spends Its Entire Life Trying To Find A Home, And What Do You Think Women Have Inside Them? Caves, Where The Eels Like To Live...when They Find A Cave They Like, The Wriggle Around Inside It For A While To Be Sure That...well, To Be Sure It's A Nice Cave, I Suppose. And When They've Made Up Their Minds That It's Comfortable, They Mark The Cave As Their Territory...by Spitting.

No One Knows The Author Of Memoir So Well Like Himself.

A Memoir Provides A Record Not So Much Of The Memoirist As Of The Memoirist's World.