“I believe the first story I ever wrote was about a young girl who was terribly mistreated by her very cruel parents, and one day the girl fled to the woods to live amongst a pack of wolves. Hey, I was eleven, loved wolves, and had been grounded for what I felt was a minor infraction. Can you blame me?” WritingFirstsBelieveStoriesYoungGirlI BelieveFeltParentOne DayBlameWoodsHeyMinorsPacksGroundedElevenBlame MeMistreatedPacks Of Wolves Author:Victoria Laurie
“The early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive shortening of the skirts, and girls all looked alike in sweater dresses, and people you didn't want to know said "Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of a few years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw things as they were--and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more.” PeopleKnowsWorldWayWantFeelsYearsFirstsSaidSeemsRunningYoungGirlStepsSawsGrewTwentiesDressesWoodsAlcoholSurroundingsDrankSkirtsBananasSweatersOlder PeopleRosy Author:F. Scott Fitzgerald