Do Those Clowns Really Believe What They

There Is The First Satisfaction Of Arranging It On A Bit Of Paper; After Many, Many False Tries, False Moves, Finally You Have The Sentence You Recognize As The One You Are Looking For.

My Characters Are Galley Slaves.

Satire Is A Lesson, Parody Is A Game.

I Am Sentimental,’ She Said. ‘i Could Dissect A Koala But Not Its Baby. I Like The Words Damozel, Eglantine, Elegant. I Love When You Kiss My Elongated White Hand.

A Work Of Art Has No Importance Whatever To Society. It Is Only Important To The Individual.