Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

Better hope deferred than none.

Two in distressmake sorrow less.

I say me, knowing all the while it's not me.

I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.