My Father I Liked, But It Was

Sometimes Silence Resolves A Conversation Confused By Mad Misconstruction.

Arnold Bennett Was A Writer I Admired. He Was Actually Taking Notes At His Father's Deathbed.

I Came Down To The Living Room One Day And My Wife Was Standing In The Living Room. It Wasn't An Illusion. I Saw Her Out Of The Corner Of My Eye. The Moment I Saw Her, She Vanished.

As Somebody Once Said, We're Not Punished For Our Sins, We're Punished By Them.

I Went Through Life Like An Idiot For A Great Deal Of The Time, Saying There's Nothing I Would Change. That Was A Very Arrogant Thing To Say. There's A Lot I Would Change. There Are People I Would Have Steered Clear Of.