Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room, and tall,
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat
And set in decorous lines;
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little, straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily, apart
From cold and noise and pain,
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
- Dorothy Parker
“There’s being the little sister and then there’s being Brigitte Bardot’s little sister.” -Kim Morgan
“Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas
Read by Anthony Hopkins
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