Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.