Valentine's Day purely commercial, cynical enterprise, anyway. Matter of supreme indifference to me.

It is proved by surveys that happiness does not come from love, wealth, or power but the pursuit of attainable goals.

I hate Christmas. Everything is designed for families, romance, warmth, emotion and presents, and if you have no boyfriend, no money, your mother is going out with a missing Portuguese criminal and your friends don't want to be your friend anymore, it makes you want to emigrate to a vicious Muslim regime, where at least all the women are treated like social outcasts. Anyway, I don't care. I am going to quietly read a book all weekend and listen to classical music.

Oh God. valentine's Day tomorrow. Why? Why? Why is (the) entire world geared to make people not involved in romance feel stupid when everyone knows romance does not work anyway. Look at (the) royal family. Look at Mum and Dad.

You see, things being good has nothing to do with how you feel outside, it is all to do with how you are inside.

Comedy tends to come out of things which are quite painful and serious.

In the end there is nothing more unattractive to men than radical feminism.