Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.

Look, I can't go out with you, because... because... because I'm a lesbian.

Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I’m thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them haven’t got any eyebrows?

I put my arm around her and said, "Jas, I have found that when you are troubled, it is often better to think of others rather than yourself. I think you would feel much better if you got me some milky coffee and jammy dodgers and I told you all about me.

I will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

Its okay I'm wearing really big knickers.

Everyone is so obsessed with themselves nowadays that they have no time for me.