Celibacy Goes Deeper Than The Flesh.

Receding From Grief, It Seems Necessary To Retrace The Same Steps That Brought Us There.

Daisy Began To Sing With The Music In A Husky, Rhythmic Whisper, Bringing Out A Meaning In Each Word That It Had Never Had Before And Would Never Have Again. When The Melody Rose, Her Voice Broke Up Sweetly, Following It, In A Way Contralto Voices Have, And Each Change Tipped Out A Little Of Her Warm Human Magic Upon The Air.

I Wasn't Actually In Love, But I Felt A Sort Of Tender Curiosity.

I May Turn Out An Intellectual, But I'll Never Write Anything But Mediocre Poetry.

Work Like Hell! I Had 122 Rejection Slips Before I Sold A Story.