Memories Mean More To Me Than Dresses.

Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.

I Love You, With A Love So Great That It Simply Couldn't Keep Growing Inside My Heart, But Had To Leap Out And Reveal Itself In All Its Magnitude.

He Clings To His Solitude, To His Affected Indifference And His Grown-up Ways, But It's Just An Act, So As Never, Never To Show His Real Feelings.

I Don't Have Much In The Way Of Money Or Worldly Possessions, I'm Not Beautiful, Intelligent Or Clever, But I'm Happy, And I Intend To Stay That Way! I Was Born Happy, I Love People, I Have A Trusting Nature, And I'd Like Everyone Else To Be Happy Too.

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!