I Am Not A Perfect

Decay Is Quiet But Ghastly, Explosion Is Dramatic And Dreadful. There's Not Much To Choose Between The Two Of Them In Reality, And Most Of Our Lives Have Sufficient Of Both.

If I Were Planning To Be Stranded On A Desert Island, I Wouldn't Take Freud's Books With Me, Because I've Already Read Them All.

A Woman Whose Smile Is Open And Whose Expression Is Glad Has A Kind Of Beauty No Matter What She Wears.

Grief Is In Two Parts. The First Is Loss. The Second Is The Remaking Of Life.

Everybody Is Bound By Some Social Rules. But I Think That Artists Need Some Kind Of Freedom To Explore Their Minds And That Some Of Them Tend To Take That Freedom To Live A Little More Openly Or A Little More Dangerously, Sometimes A Lot More Self-destructively, Than Other People.