I Sit At My Window And The

Some Must Cry So That Others May Be Able To Laugh The More Heartily. Sacrifices Are Necessary.

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.

I Took The Red Dress Down And Put It Against Myself. 'does It Make Me Look Intemperate And Unchaste?' I Said.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.