Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy,

Perhaps Lovers Aren't Supposed To Look Down At The Ground. That Kind Of Story Is Told In Symbols-and Earth Represents Reality, And Reality Represents Frustrations, Chance Illnesses, Death, Murder, And All Kinds Of Other Tragedies. Lovers Are Meant To Look Up At The Sky, For Up There No Beautiful Illusions Can Be Trampled Upon.

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

I Wish The Night Would End, I Wish The Day'd Begin, I Wish It Would Rain Or Snow, Or The Wind Would Blow, Or The Grass Would Grow, I Wish I Had Yesterday, I Wish There Were Games To Play.

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

Only Someone Who Had Cried A Great Deal Understands Why Someone Else Wants To Stop The Tears.