The Trouble Was, I Had Been Inadequate

I Fancied You'd Return The Way You Said, But I Grow Old And I Forget Your Name. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.)

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.

Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative Female Write A Damn Thing Worthwhile?

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.