I Am Empty Of Everything.

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

Now I No Longer Wish To Be Loved, Beautiful, Happy Or Successful. I Want One Thing And One Thing Only - To Be Left Alone.

...i Know All About Myself Now, I Know. You've Told Me So Often. You Haven't Left Me One Rag Of Illusion To Clothe Myself In.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.