She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.
It's time to start living the life you've imagined.
What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustration of character?
I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground.