[...] death is only a small interruption.

“The evening passes somehow; I watch television with Nancy, or I write. It is di…”

“In real life, of course, it is the hare that wins. Every time. Look around you.”

“A woman owes it to herself to have pretty things. And if she feels good she loo…”

“I could not, somehow, make contact with any familiar emotion. As I lingered in …”