Comedians Are The Nearest To Suicide.

The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is The Point At Which One Becomes Adult.

A Woman's Best Love Letters Are Always Written To The Man She Is Betraying.

Everything Really Desirable Has Come About Because Of, Or In Spite Of, Wine!

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

Odd, Isn't It? He Really Was The Right Man For Her In A Sort Of Way; But Then As You Know, It Is A Law Of Love That The So-called 'right' Person Always Comes To Soon Or Too Late.