And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind;

I Guess Writing Is A Kind Of Therapy In The Sense That There Are Things You Need To Say And You Say Them, And Better Out Than In.

But In Love Each Moment Is Magnified, And Every Gesture, Word And Syllable Is Examined Like A Speech By The President.

But You're Beautiful, And The Beautiful Should Be Given Whatever They Want." "hey, What About The Ugly Ones?" "the Ugly Ones." She Poked Her Tongue Out. "it's Their Fault If Their Ugly. They're To Be Blamed, Not Pitied.

If You Get Depressed, You Can Be Stuck For Months; If You Have An Analyst, You At Least Have A Chance Of Getting Out Of It Faster.

For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.