Death Cancels Our Engagements, But It Does

Freedom Is A Dangerous Intoxicant And Very Few People Can Tolerate It In Any Quantity.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

Love Must Be Learned Again And Again... Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.