What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.

I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

It never occurred to me to say no.

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.