To Comfort Me Is Like

The Problem Of Pretending To Be Alive.

I Say That Home Is Where There Is A Chair And A Glass.

Friendship Is Something In The Soul. It Is A Thing One Feels. It Is Not A Return For Something.

I Get Fed Up With All This Nonsense Of Ringing People Up And Lighting Cigarettes And Answering The Doorbell That Passes For Action In So Many Modern Plays.

I Have Never Understood Why People Who Can Swallow The Enormous Improbability Of A Personal God Boggle At A Personal Devil.