If after two weeks you still can't write your middle-eight, the best course of action is to see a psychiatrist
Life had become a reproduction: it was not the real thing.
You're dumb, but don't give in.
Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.
I'm not cheap, you understand, I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land.