New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.

Katie had a fierce desire for survival which made her a fighter. Johnny had a hankering after immortality which made him a useless dreamer. And that was the great difference between these two who loved each other so well.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

She was made up of more, too. She was the books she read in the library. She was the flower in the brown bowl. Part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. She was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. She was Katie's secret, despairing weeping. She was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. She was all of these things and of something more...It was what God or whatever is His equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.

The world was hers for the reading.

But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.