The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

I Often Want To Cry. That Is The Only Advantage Women Have Over Men — At Least They Can Cry.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.

Next Week, Or Next Month, Or Next Year I Will Kill Myself. But I Might As Well Last Out My Month's Rent, Which Has Been Paid Up.

The Last Time You Were Happy About Nothing; The First Time You Were Afraid About Nothing. Which Came First?