I Only Want To Write. And There's

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch About Having Plenty Of Money? Does It Eventually Take The Pleasure Out Of Things?

I Know All About The Facts Of Life, And I Don't Think Much Of Them.

Prayer's A Very Tricky Business.

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.