I Think I Want To Be In

What A Joy It Is To Dance And Sing!

Why Do You Do Up Your Hair In Those Tortured Plaits, Now, Melanie? Why? Because, She Said. You Know That's No Answer. You're Spoiling Your Pretty Looks, Pet. Come Here. She Did Not Move. He Ground Out His Cigarette On The Window-ledge And Laughed. Come Here, He Said Again, Softly. So She Went.

Reading A Book Is Like Re-writing It For Yourself.

At The Best Of Times, Spring Hurts Depressives.

One Beast And Only One Howls In The Woods By Night.