Red Hair Is My Life

As She Walked Along She Dramatized The Night. There Was About It A Wild, Lawless Charm That Appealed To A Certain Wild, Lawless Strain Hidden Deep In Emily’s Nature—the Strain Of The Gypsy And The Poet, The Genius And The Fool.

I Love To Smell Flowers In The Dark," She Said. "you Get Hold Of Their Soul Then.

People Who Don't Like Cats Always Seem To Think There Is Some Peculiar Virtue In Not Liking Them.

I'm Not A Bit Changed - Not Really. I'm Only Just Pruned Down And Branched Out. The Real Me - Back Here - Is Just The Same.

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You