Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.

No day is safe from news of you.

You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.