Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else

A Diary Is The Last Place To Go If You Wish To Seek The Truth About A Person. Nobody Dares To Make The Final Confession To Themselves On Paper: Or At Least, Not About Love.

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!

We Should Tackle Reality In A Slightly Jokey Way, Otherwise We Miss Its Point.

After All The Work Of The Philosophers On His Soul And The Doctors On His Body, What Can We Really Say We Know About A Man? That He Is, When All Is Said And Done, Just A Passage For Liquids And Solids, A Pipe Of Flesh.