Such Excess Of Passion Is Quite Out

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

I Should Like A Parsley Sandwich. To The Best Of My Knowledge They Are Not In Season.

What Is, Is, And What Might Have Been Could Never Have Existed.

I Am A Person Before I Am Anything Else. I Never Say I Am A Writer. I Never Say I Am An Artist...i Am A Person Who Does Those Things.

Z Is For Zillah Who Drank Too Much Gin.