Every Book Is The Wreck Of A

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

That's How Vile I Am! I Live Ireland, I Breathe Ireland, And Christ How I Loathe It, I Wish I Were A Bloody Scot, That's How Bloody Awful It Is Being Irish!

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

Freedom May Be A Value In Politics, But It Is Not A Value In Morals.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.