We Never Really Had Any

I'm More Interested In Writing Than In Performing.

I Had To Get Rid Of Any Idea Of Hell Or Any Idea Of The Afterlife. That's What Held Me, Kept Me Down. So Now I Just Have Nothing But Contempt For The Institution Of The Church.

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.

The Happy Childhood Is Hardly Worth Your While.

I Must Congratulate Myself, In Passing, For Never Having Lost The Ability To Examine My Conscience, Never Having Lost The Gift Of Finding Myself Wanting & Defective. Why Fear The Criticism Of Others When You, Yourself, Are First Out Of The Critical Gate? If Self-denigration Is The Race I Am The Winner, Even Before The Starting Gun. Collect The Bets.