As For Me, I Am A Watercolor.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

I Am Out Of Practice At Living. You Are As Brave As A Motorcycle.

Watch Out For Intellect, Because It Knows So Much It Knows Nothing And Leaves You Hanging Upside Down, Mouthing Knowledge As Your Heart Falls Out Of Your Mouth.

It Would Be Pleasant To Be Drunk.

All I Wanted Was A Little Piece Of Life, To Be Married, To Have Children.... I Was Trying My Damnedest To Lead A Conventional Life, For That Was How I Was Brought Up, And It Was What My Husband Wanted Of Me. But One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep The Nightmares Out.