I Only Want To Write. And There's

I Know All About The Facts Of Life, And I Don't Think Much Of Them.

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

Perhaps It Would Really Be Rather Dull To Be Married And Settled For Life. Liar! It Would Be Heaven.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.