It's The Cynics Who Never Get Married.

I'm Afraid That - Not Necessarily Deliberately, But Consistently - I've Made A Kind Of Laboratory Out Of My Life, Where I Mix The Stuff In The Test Tubes To Create Explosions - Possibly Resulting In Interesting By-products. I Mean, Not Deliberately - I'd Be Crazy To Deliberately Do That - Or Maybe Not.

Things Happen, People Change,' Is What Amanda Said. For Her That Covered It. You Wanted An Explanation, And Ending That Would Assign Blame And Dish Up Justice. You Considered Violence And You Considered Reconciliation . But What You Are Left With Is A Premonition Of The Way Your Life Will Fade Behind You, Like A Book You Have Read Too Quickly, Leaving A Dwindling Trail Of Images And Emotions, Until All You Can Remember Is A Name.

If It's Red, French, Costs Too Much, And Tastes Like The Water That's Left In The Vase After The Flowers Have Died And Rotted, It's Probably Burgundy.

There Is A Shabby Nobility In Failing All By Yourself.

Sometimes I Think Everything I Touch Turns Into A Page Six Item.