Longing Hearts Could Only Stand So Much

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.

I've Always Had A Weakness For Lost Causes Once They're Really Lost.

Ser Eyes Met His, Hers Naked With Pleading, His Remote As Mountain Lakes Under Gray Skies. She Saw In Them Defeat Of Her Wild Dream, Her Mad Desires.

Why Will People Persist In Reading Strange Meanings Into The Simplest Of Story? Is It Not Enough That A Writer Can Entertain For A Few Hours With Narrative Without Being Suspected Of 'significances' Or Symbolism Or 'social Trends'?

In The End What Will Happen Will Be What Has Happened Whenever A Civilization Breaks Up. The People Who Have Brains And Courage Come Through And The Ones Who Haven't Are Winnowed Out.