Oh, I Adore To Cook. It Makes

We All, Sometimes, Leave Each Other There Under The Skies, And We Never Understand Why.

I Think I Would Have Written Five Times As Much As I've Written If I Didn't Have This Terrible Sense Of Perfection.

I'm Sure Proust Was A Big Bore.

Every Day Is A New Day With Me. All Holds Are Off. All Contracts Are Forgotten.

I Don't Care What Anybody Says About Me As Long As It Isn't True.