London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

...i Know All About Myself Now, I Know. You've Told Me So Often. You Haven't Left Me One Rag Of Illusion To Clothe Myself In.

The Woman Had A Humble, Cringing Manner. Of Course, She Had Discovered That, Having Neither Money Nor Virtue, She Had Better Be Humble If She Knew What Was Good For Her.

The Last Time You Were Happy About Nothing; The First Time You Were Afraid About Nothing. Which Came First?

I Hadn't Bargained For This. I Didn't Think It Would Be Like This - Shabby Clothes, Worn-out Shoes, Circles Under Your Eyes, Your Hair Getting Straight And Lanky, The Way People Look At You. ... I Didn't Think It Would Be Like This