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You Should Celebrate The End Of A Love Affair As They Celebrate Death In New Orleans, With Songs, Laughter, Dancing And A Lot Of Wine.

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

Life Has Confirmed For Me The Thoughts And Impressions I Had When I Was 18, As If It Was All Intuition.

Whisky, Gambling And Ferraris Are Better Than Housework.

Only By Pursuing The Extremes In One's Nature, With All Its Contradictions, Appetites, Aversions, Rages, Can One Hope To Understand A Little - Oh, I Admit Only A Very Little - Of What Life Is About.