With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.

Her umbrella was useless in the wind. It was the kind of wind-whipped rain that empties the streets of people and makes day and place feel anonymous.

I don’t give a damn if they throw me down into the deepest, slimiest pit for eternity. I belong here and no one is going to make me leave. No one! (Selena)

As the youngest, I wanted to be my father&#39;s son and perpetuate the family name.

Written By Connie Chung

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