In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch.

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

On all levels American society is rigged. I am troubled by the cynical immorality of my country. It cannot survive on this basis.

I think I love you, Cal." -Abra I'm not good." -Cal Because you're not good." -Abra