Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

I Like Shape Very Much. A Novel Has To Have Shape, And Life Doesn't Have Any.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

Your Red Dress,’ She Said, And Laughed. But I Looked At The Dress On The Floor And It Was As If The Fire Had Spread Across The Room. It Was Beautiful And It Reminded Me Of Something I Must Do. I Will Remember I Thought. I Will Remember Quite Soon Now.

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.