Madame, All Stories, If Continued Far Enough,

Never Mistake Motion For Action.

There Is No Such Thing As Great Writing - There Is Only Great Re-writing!

If You're Looking For Messages, Try Western Union.

You Expected To Be Sad In The Fall. Part Of You Died Each Year When The Leaves Fell From The Trees And Their Branches Were Bare Against The Wind And The Cold, Wintery Light. But You Knew There Would Always Be The Spring, As You Knew The River Would Flow Again After It Was Frozen. When The Cold Rains Kept On And Killed The Spring, It Was As Though A Young Person Died For No Reason.

I Was Young And Not Gloomy And There Were Always Strange And Comic Things That Happened In The Worst Time.