A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy.

Home Is Where The Heart Is And Hence A Movable Feast.

I Think I Want To Be In Love With You But I Don't Know How.

Irish Was A Man Of Parts Even If Some Of Them Didn't Work Too Well.

There Was A House We All Had In Common And It Was Called The Past, Even Though We'd Lived In Different Rooms.

Do Not Think I Do Not Realise What I Am Doing. I Am Making A Composition Using The Following Elements: The Winter Beach; The Winter Moon; The Ocean; The Women; The Pine Trees; The Riders; The Driftwood; The Shells; The Shapes Of Darkness And The Shapes Of Water; And The Refuse. These Are All Inimical To My Loneliness Because Of Their Indifference To It. Out Of These Pieces Of Inimical Indifference, I Intend To Represent The Desolate Smile Of Winter Which, As You Must Have Gathered, Is The Smile I Wear.