Young Girls Are Sad. They Like To

Young Girls Are Sad. They Like To Be; It Makes Them Feel Strong.

I Think There Are A Lot More Important Things Than Art In The World. But Not To Me.

Autobiographies Tell More Lies Than All But The Most Self-indulgent Fiction.

Once Upon A Time, When Men And Women Hurtled Through The Air On Metal Wings, When They Wore Webbed Feet And Walked On The Bottom Of The Sea, Learning The Speech Of Whales And The Songs Of The Dolphins, When Pearly-fleshed And Jewelled Apparitions Of Texan Herdsmen And Houris Shimmered In The Dusk On Nicaraguan Hillsides, When Folk In Norway And Tasmania In Dead Of Winter Could Dream Of Fresh Strawberries, Dates, Guavas And Passion Fruits And Find Them Spread Next Morning On Their Tables, There Was A Woman Who Was Largely Irrelevant, And Therefore Happy.

You Are Safe With Me." "i Am Not At All Safe, With You. But I Have No Desire To Be Elsewhere.