Sometimes I Pick Up A Book And

What Of October, That Ambiguous Month, The Month Of Tension, The Unendurable Month?

It Was All Wrong, Ugly, Unhappy And Coloured With Cynicism, But Nothing Was Tragic, There Were No Moments That Could Change Anything Or Anybody. From Time To Time The Emotional Lightning Flashed And Showed A Landscape Of Private Misery, And Then — We Went On Dancing.

... If You Have Nothing, You Are Free To Choose Among Dreams And Fantasies.

I Do Not Think That Marriage Is One Of My Talents. I've Been Much Happier Unmarried Than Married.

All I Do Is Give Interviews And Spend Time Being Photographed.