When Clark Gable Died, I Cried For

A Career Is A Wonderful Thing, But You Can't Snuggle Up To It At Night.

You Never Know What Life Is Like, Until You Have Lived It.

I Lay In Bed At Night Crying To Myself. The Only One Who Loved Me And Watched Over Me Was Someone I Couldn't See Or Hear Or Touch.

That's The Way You Feel When You're Beaten Inside. You Don't Feel Angry At Those Who've Beaten You. You Just Feel Ashamed.

I Am Invariably Late For Appointments - Sometimes As Much As Two Hours. I've Tried To Change My Ways But The Things That Make Me Late Are Too Strong, And Too Pleasing.