Six Characters In Search Of An Author.

I Would Love To Spend All My Time Writing To You; I'd Love To Share With You All That Goes Through My Mind, All That Weighs On My Heart, All That Gives Air To My Soul; Phantoms Of Art, Dreams That Would Be So Beautiful If They Could Come True.

All I'm Saying Is That You Should Show Some Respect For What Other People See With Their Eyes And Feel With Their Fingers, Even Though It Be The Exact Opposite.

The More Arms And Legs [children] We Have, The Richer We Are.

It Is Misery, You Know, Unspeakable Misery For The Man Who Lives Alone And Who Detests Sordid, Casual Affairs; Not Old Enough To Do Without Women, But Not Young Enough To Be Able To Go And Look For One Without Shame!

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.