Lovers Always Believe One Another's Sleight-of-hand Tricks.

My Self-absorption Warms Me; Yours Boils Me.

I Do Not Remember Joy Or Sorrow In Childhood, But Listening For Clues.

I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself. I Continue As Before.

I Would Be Glad To Worship Success If I Could Find Her.

The Educated Can Listen Impassively To Almost Anything.