Rip Amy Winehouse. We Lost A True

Women Of No Beauty May Yet Be Flattered To Believe They Possess Some; Others Of A Moderate Share That They Have A Great Deal; But Those Of Elegance And Charm Generally Know The Perfection Of Their External Graces So Well, That They Seem To Covet That Flattery Most Which Heightens The Opinion Of Their Wit And Judgment.

Generally I Don't Like Traveling Around Saying The Exact Same Thing. I Don't Think That's A Very Good Thing To Do With Your Life.

This Is A Thing I Read By A Scientist... It Said Scientists Now Say That A Man Thinks About Sex Once Every 7.3 Seconds. Now, I Know What I Think Every 7.3 Seconds. It's Just A Bunch Of Meaningless Gibberish.

The Soul Is Never Perfectly Secure From The Influence Of Passion; The Occasional Tranquility She Seems To Enjoy, Is Rather Relaxation Than Imperturbable Triumph.

Actually, With Those Dirty Movies, I Find Like, They're Good For About Fifteen, Twenty Minutes. I'm Really Interested. And, Then, Uh, There's One Point, That All Of A Sudden I'm Bored. You Know? I Just Lose Interest Completely And I Feel Deeply Ashamed.