Sex Stops When You Pull Up Your

Self Criticism Must Be My Guide To Action, And The First Rule For Its Employment Is That In Itself It Is Not A Virtue, Only A Procedure.

When That Ineffable Compound Of Depression, Sadness (these Two Are Not The Same), Anxiety, Self-hatred, Sense Of Failure And Fear For The Future Begins To Steal Over You, Start Telling Yourself That What You Have Is A Hangover. You Are Not Sickening For Anything, You Have Not Suffered A Minor Brain Lesion, You Are Not All That Bad At Your Job, Your Family And Friends Are Not Leagued In A Conspiracy Of Barely Maintained Silence About What A S**t You Are, You Have Not Come At Last To See Life As It Really Is And There Is No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk.

Misprize Common Sense At Your Peril Is My Motto.

Self Criticism Must Be My Guide To Action, And The First Rule For Its Employment Is That In Itself It Is Not A Virtue, Only A Procedure.

Growing Older, I Have Lost The Need To Be Political, Which Means ... The Need To Be Left. I Am Driven To Grudging Toleration Of The Conservative Party Because It Is The Party Of Non-politics, Of Resistance To Politics.