Physical Infidelity Is The Signal, The Notice

I Specialize In What The French Call La Petite Histoire. I Am Interested In The Individual Thumbprint.

Religion Put Claws On Aunt Sally And Gave Her A Post To Whet Them On.

You Do Not Create A Style. You Work, And Develop Yourself; Your Style Is An Emanation From Your Own Being.

Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

I Am In Paris. Yes Ma'am , I Made It Back. I Came Up From Berlin, Stopped Here Ten Days, Fought A Losing Battle Against My Deepest Inclinations, Pulled Myself Out By The Hair And Went To Madrid...madrid Is A Lovely Enchanting City, And There Was Almost Ready For Me A Kind Of Penthouse Full Of Sunlight, A Roof Garden, And So On. I Gave One Look At It All, Returned To The Hotel And Went To Bed And Wept Bitterly For Eleven Hours...why? Because I Had Seen Paris And Could Not Endure The Thought Of Being Anywhere Else.