Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

The Thing Is Not To Follow A Pattern. Follow Your Own Pattern Of Feeling And Thought. The Thing Is To Accept Your Own Life And Not Try To Live Someone Else's Life. Look, The Thumbprint Is Not Like Any Other, And The Thumbprint Is What You Must Go By.

Love Must Be Learned And Learned Again; There Is No End.

Nothing Is Mine, I Have Only Nothing But It Is Enough, It Is Beautiful And It Is All Mine. Do I Even Walk About In My Own Skin Or Is It Something I Have Borrowed To Spare My Modesty?

The Past Is Never Where You Think You Left It.

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.