Our Worst Pain Is Confined

Disease Is Nature's Revenge For Our Destructiveness.

I Know I Don't Need Him, But I Think I Want Him.

I'm Ruined Beyond Repair, Is What I Fear...and If So, In Time We'd Both Be Wretched And Bitter." "i Know People Can Be Mended. Not All, And Some More Immediately Than Others. But Some Can Be. I Don't See Why Not You." "why Not Me?

I Remember My Father Checking On A Mountain Kid Who Hadn't Been Coming To School. My Father Had This Beautiful Harris Tweed Overcoat. He Came Back With A Knife Cut All Down One Side. The Parents Had Told Him It Was None Of His Business Why Their Son Wasn't Going To School.

She Wondered If Literature Might Lose Some Of Its Interest When She Reached An Age Or State Of Mind Where Her Life Was Set On Such A Sure Course That The Things She Read Might Stop Seeming So Powerfully Like Alternate Directions For Her Being.