Oh, I've a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore... and if my love won't be my love, then I will live no more.

This is going to make such a great story: How I nursed a pirate back to health and my love saved him," Miss Ohio said with a contented sigh. "And then we can have our own reality show about our relationship." - "Beauty Queens

It is a giggle full of high spirits and merry mischief, proof that we never lose our girlish selves, no matter what sort of women we become.

As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.