Joy:show Joy & Enjoy: Then Others Will

And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.

I Liked Looking On At Other People In Crucial Situations. If There Was A Road Accident Or A Street Fight Or A Baby Pickled In A Laboratory Jar For Me To Look At, I'd Stop And Look So Hard I Never Forgot It.

It's A Hell Of A Responsibility To Be Yourself. It's Much Easier To Be Somebody Else Or Nobody At All.

The Trouble Was, I Had Been Inadequate All Along, I Simply Hadn't Thought About It.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.