I can get incredibly erotic about blotting paper.
In my life Why do I give valuable time To people who don't care if I live or die ?
It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).
I'm capable of looking on the bright side. I just don't do it very often.
He drove me home in the van, complaining, 'Women only like me for my mind'.
Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.