There Are Lots Of Things I Could

If Only The Strength Of The Love That People Feel When It Is Reciprocated Could Be As Intense And Obsessive As The Love We Feel When It Is Not; Then Marriages Would Be Truly Made In Heaven.

You're Mugging Old Ladies Every Bit As Much If You Pinch Their Pension Fund

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

I Don't Know What People Who I've Never Met Think About Me. Some Have Written Horrible Things, Some Have Written Nice Things - But I'm Proud Of The Fact I've Remained Close To Everyone I've Ever Worked With.

I Think Trying To Be Cool Is The Worst Possible Ambition - And I Have Never Suffered From It.