We All, Sometimes, Leave Each Other There

Venice Is Like Eating An Entire Box Of Chocolate Liqueurs In One Go.

But It's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks Are Slow On Sundays.

It's Redundant To Die In Los Angeles.

There Is Really No Practical Help That One Can Offer: It Is A Matter Of Self-discovery, Of One's Own Conviction, Or Working With One's Own Work; Your Style Is What Seems Natural To You. It Is A Long Process Of Discovery, One That Never Ends. I Am Working At It, And Will Be As Long As I Live.

Reading Dreams. That's What Started Her Walking Down The Road. Every Day She'd Walk A Little Further: A Mile, And Come Home. Two Miles, And Come Home. One Day She Just Kept On.