Writing Is Seduction.

The King Is In His Tower, Eating Bread And Honey. The Breakers In The Basement, Making All The Money.

Because Who Would Ever Want To Get Close To Another Person If They Knew How Hard The Letting-go Part Was? In Your Heart They Only Die A Little At A Time, Don't They? Like A Plant When You Go Away On A Trip And Forget To Ask A Neighbor To Poke In Once In Awhile With The Old Watering-can, And Its So Sad—

Superstition, Like True Love, Needs Time To Grow And Reflect Upon Itself.

For Men, I Think, Love Is A Thing Formed Of Equal Parts Lust And Astonishment. The Astonishment Part Women Understand. The Lust Part They Only Think They Understand.

I Am In Trouble Here. This Woman Is Not Right.