interesting times, and great adventures.

““The first time I saw you, I felt weak at the knees and knew it was love. The last time I saw you, I felt an ache in my heart and knew we were done.””

“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.”

“I’m sorry, I know I’m supposed to write honestly, but, honestly, I can’t think a sentence or illustrate a thought about reality, my reality, without it somehow being tainted by you. Your memory is stink. My writing is the fumes. And, Professor, I just don’t want to do this assignment because I think I’m going to puke. - Notes from an Autobiographical course”

Chicago Tribune, Illinois, October 24, 1932:

“How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?”

“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.”

“She is wearing her black dress. She isn’t crying, but she never did cry, anyhow. It’s a bright sunny day and she’s like a black shadow creeping down the empty street.”