Be Good. Do Something Good.

The Sad Fact Is That I Love Dickens And Donne And Keats And Eliot And Forster And Conrad And Fitzgerald And Kafka And Wilde And Orwell And Waugh And Marvell And Greene And Sterne And Shakespeare And Webster And Swift And Yeats And Joyce And Hardy, Really, Really Love Them. It’s Just That They Don’t Love Me Back.

You're Gorgeous, You Old Hag, And If I Could Give You Just One Gift Ever For The Rest Of Your Life It Would Be This. Confidence. It Would Be The Gift Of Confidence. Either That Or A Scented Candle

...and Once Again Dexter Is Struck By How Easy Conversation Can Be When No-one Is In Their Right Mind

As A Matter Of Fact, I Think There Are More Things Important In Life Than "relationships.

You Can Live Your Whole Life Not Realizing That What You're Looking For Is Right In Front Of You.