Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.

Los Angeles: Seventy-two suburbs in search of a city.

There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.

Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.

When I was young and bold and strong, The right was right, the wrong was wrong. With plume on high and flag unfurled, I rode away to right the world. But now I’m old - and good and bad, Are woven in a crazy plaid. I sit and say the world is so, And wise is s/he who lets it go.