When you work with new people, I think that it throws all of the matters into relief, because you have to explain yourself every time. It's like crossing a new border. They want to see your documents.

I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath.

The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark. It scares you witless, but in time you see things clear and stark.

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

Good manners and bad breath will get you nowhere.

Cause somewhere in the Quizling Clinic, there's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes.

Really the only thing holding a lot of records together is the personality of the singer, and the will to write all of these different things.