What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.
I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.
I barely knew I had skin before I met you.
Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?
I do love the past but wouldnt want to live in it.
I suppose I really seemed mad, then; but it was only through the awfulness of having said nothing but the truth, and being thought to be deluded.