There Is Love Of Course. And Then

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Life Isn't What You Think It Is. It's Like Water, And The Young Let It Trickle Away Between Their Fingers Without Even Noticing. Cup Your Hands, Keep It Safe. Life Eventually Becomes Something Else, Something Hard, Something Simple, Something You Can Hold In Your Hand And Nibble On Contentedly As You Sit In The Sun.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.