I have three phobias which could I mute them would make my life as slick as a sonnet but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed I hate to get up and I hate to be alone.
The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before the more I look...
I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late start without me.
Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don't have time.
If I had to live my life again I'd make the same mistakes only sooner.
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Your thoughts and emotions are yours alone.
I think the idea that you can go this alone is - was a huge mistake. And...
You are forever alone.
Best of all is it to preserve everything in a pure still heart and let there be for every pulse a thanksgiving and for every breath a song.
