I Didn't Write. I Just Wandered About.

Nothing Is Better For Self-esteem Than Survival.

Between His Eyes, There Were Four Lines, The Marks Of Such Misery As Children Should Never Feel. He Spoke With That Wonderful Whisky Voice That So Many Spanish Children Have, And He Was A Tough And Entire Little Boy.

[on Paris:] I Do Not Know Any City So Beautiful And You Can Be Unhappy There And Notice Your Unhappiness Less, Having The City To Look At.

Once You Get A Tyranny, You Don't Easily Get Rid Of It. Much Better To Remember About Eternal Vigilance.

I Daresay I Was The Worst Bed Partner In Five Continents.