Wine Gave A Sort Of Gallantry To

As We Passed Over The Dark Bridge Her Wan Face Fell Lazily Against My Coat's Shoulder And The Formidable Stroke Of Thirty Died Away With The Reassuring Pressure Of Her Hand.

If I Knew Words Enough, I Could Write The Longest Love Letter In The World And Never Get Tired

Nothing Any Good Isn't Hard.

It's Not A Slam At You When People Are Rude, It's A Slam At The People They've Met Before.

He Talked A Lot About The Past And I Gathered That He Wanted To Recover Something, Some Idea Of Himself Perhaps, That Had Gone Into Loving Daisy.