Hush," He Said. "i Am Asking You

I Won't Think Of It Now. I Can't Stand It Now. I'll Think Of It Later.

It Had Been So Long Since She Had Seen Him And She Had Lived On Memories Until They Were Worn Thin.

All She Wanted Was A Breathing Space In Which To Hurt.

That's What's Wrong With You. All Your Beaux Have Respected You Too Much, Though God Knows Why, Or They Have Been Too Afraid Of You To Really Do Right By You. The Result Is That You Are Unendurably Uppity. You Should Be Kissed And By Someone Who Knows How.

I'm Tired Of Saying "how Wonderful You Are!" To Fool Men, Who Haven't Got One Half Sense I've Got.