What Is Success? It Is Being Able

I Don't Know What's Going To Happen To Me Tomorrow. That's Why I Don't Save My Best For Last.

I Write From My Soul. This Is The Reason That Critics Don't Hurt Me, Because It Is Me.

They Make A Secret Pact With Themelves Never To Think About The Future.

I Don't See Any Reason Why I Should Look For Someone Who Never Took The Trouble To Love Me.

Love Was A Feeling Completely Bound Up With Color, Like Thousands Of Rainbows Superimposed One On Top Of The Other.