We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.
Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.
The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve.
Quite like old times,' the room says.
I am the only real truth I know.
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.