Genius Gives Birth, Talent Delivers.

Will You Love Me In December As You Do In May?

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.

Life Must Be Rich And Full Of Loving--it's No Good Otherwise, No Good At All, For Anyone.

What Is He Aching To Do? What Are We All Aching To Do? What Do We Want?” She Didn’t Know. She Yawned. She Was Sleepy. It Was Too Much. Nobody Could Tell. Nobody Would Ever Tell. It Was All Over. She Was Eighteen And Most Lovely, And Lost.