I've Entered The World Of Wine Without

At The Top Of The Iron Staircase Leading To The Stage, The Good, Dry, Dusty Warmth Wraps Me Round Like A Comfortable Dirty Cloak.

My True Friends Have Always Given Me That Supreme Proof Of Devotion, A Spontaneous Aversion For The Man I Loved.

A Happy Childhood Is Poor Preparation For Human Contacts.

There Are Connoisseurs Of Blue Just As There Are Connoisseurs Of Wine.

You Do Not Notice Changes In What Is Always Before You.