Her Laughter Was A Shiny Thing, Like

I Was The Only Person In The World Who Thought It Was A Military Duty To Appear To Be In A Good Mood.

Love Had Always Issued Out Of The Places That Hurt The Most.

There Are No Verdicts To Childhood, Only Consequences, And The Bright Freight Of Memory.

When I Was 5 Years Old, My Mother Read Me 'gone With The Wind' At Night, Before I Went To Bed. I Remember Her Reading Almost All Year.

There Is Such A Thing As Too Much Beauty In A Woman And It Is Often A Burden As Crippling As Homeliness And Far More Dangerous. It Takes Much Luck And Integrity To Survive The Gift Of Perfect Beauty, And Its Impermanence Is Its Most Cunning Betrayal.