Everyone Has The Revolver Of Resignation In

But I Am Greedy For Life. I Do Too Much Of Everything All The Time. Suddenly One Day My Heart Will Fail. The Iron Crab Will Get Me As It Got My Father. But I Am Not Afraid Of The Crab. At Least I Shall Have Died From An Honourable Disease. Perhaps They Will Put On My Tombstone. 'this Man Died From Living Too Much'.

These Blithering Women Who Thought They Could Do A Man's Work. Why The Hell Couldn't They Stay At Home And Mind Their Pots And Pans And Stick To Their Frocks And Gossip And Leave Men's Work To The Men.

All Women Love Semi-rape. They Love To Be Taken.it Was His Sweet Brutality Against My Bruised Body That Made His Act Of Love So Piercingly Wonderful.

A Woman Should Be An Illusion

Never Say 'no' To Adventures.