I'm Not "happy" But I'm Not Unhappy

Children Always Assume The Sexual Lives Of Their Parents Come To A Grinding Halt At Their Conception.

I Dont Know Whether You've Ever Looked Into A Miner's Eyes For Any Length Of Time, That Is. Because It Is The Loveliest Blue You've Ever Seen. I Think Perhaps That's Why I Live In Ibiza, Because The Blue Of The Mediterranean, You See, Reminds Me Of The Blue Of The Eyes Of Those Doncaster Miners.

I'm Not "happy" But I'm Not Unhappy About It.

I'm For The Freedom Of Expression, Given That It Will Be Under Strict Control.

The Breed Never Dies. Sapper, Buchan, Dornford Yates, Practitioners In That School Of Snobbery Withviolence That Runs Like A Thread Of Good-class Tweed Through Twentieth-century Literature.