You're Born, You Die. Everything In Between

No One Is More Romantic Than A Cynic. I Do Think That You Don't Become Cynical Or 'unsentimental' Unless There's A Core Of Romanticism Or Sentiment That's Had A Few Chips Nicked Into It.

And Then The Dreams Break Into A Million Tiny Pieces. The Dream Dies. Which Leaves You With A Choice: You Can Settle For Reality, Or You Can Go Off, Like A Fool, And Dream Another Dream.

My Mother Wanted Us To Understand That The Tragedies Of Your Life One Day Have The Potential To Be Comic Stories The Next.

Some People Pretend To Like Capers, But The Truth Is That Any Dish That Tastes Good With Capers In It Tastes Even Better With Capers Not In It.

I Recognize That Printing Pictures Of Corpses Raises All Sorts Of Problems About Taste And Titillation And Sensationalism; The Fact Is, However, That People Die. Death Happens To Be One Of Life's Main Events. And It Is Irresponsible And More Than That, Inaccurate, For Newspapers To Fail To Show It.