At One With The One, It Didn't

One Has No Talent. I Have No Talent. It's Just A Question Of Working, Of Being Willing To Put In The Time.

And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

Happiness Is Never Really So Welcome As Changelessness.

It Is A Great Danger For Everyone When What Is Shocking Changes.

When I Began To Write Our Story Down, I Thought I Was Writing A Record Of Hate, But Somehow The Hate Has Got Mislaid And All I Know Is That In Spite Of Her Mistakes And Her Unreliability, She Was Better Than Most. It's Just As Well That One Of Us Should Believe In Her: She Never Did In Herself.