I Work Whenever I'm Let.

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

I Was Always Restless, Always A Roving Spirit. When I Was A Little Child I Was Always Running Away. I Never Got Very Far, But They Were Always Having To Come And Fetch Me. Once When I Was About Six, My Father Came To Get Me Somewhere I'd Gone, And He Told Me Later He'd Asked Me, "why Are You So Restless? Why Can't You Stay Here With Us?" And I Said To Him, "i Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.

If We Say I Love You, It May Be Received With Doubt, For There Are Times When It Is Hard To Believe. Say I Hate You, And The One Spoken To Believes It Instantly, Once For All. ... Love Must Be Learned, And Learned Again And Again; There Is No End To It. Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

The Very Thing About People That Makes The Human Race Interesting Is Also The Thing That Makes It So Hard To Get Anything Done Without The Most Horrible Confusions: No Two People Think Exactly The Same Way About Anything.