Writers Should Be Read, But

I Wish I Was A Woman Of About Thirty-six Dressed In Black Satin With A String Of Pearls.

Happiness Is Not A Possession To Be Prized, It Is A Quality Of Thought, A State Of Mind.

...the Routine Of Life Goes On, Whatever Happens, We Do The Same Things, Go Through The Little Performance Of Eating, Sleeping, Washing. No Crisis Can Break Through The Crust Of Habit.

Boredom Is A Pleasing Antidote For Fear

She Had To Live In This Bright, Red Gabled House With The Nurse Until It Was Time For Her To Die... I Thought How Little We Know About The Feelings Of Old People. Children We Understand, Their Fears And Hopes And Make-believe.