Survival My Only Hope. Success My Only

You Have To Live Where You Wake Up, Even If Someone Else Dreamed You There.

Night Fell Clean And Cold In Dublin, And Wind Moaned Beyond My Room As If A Million Pipes Played The Air.

I Stop Working At About 3 P.m. On Fridays.

I Am An Armani And A Dolce & Gabbana Kind Of A Person.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.