Revolution begins in putting on bright colors.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

I met her last summer on a moonlight boat trip.

Things have a way of turning out so badly.

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

Since that day, when people have spoken to me of "genius", I have felt the inside pocket to make sure my wallet's still there.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? - I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can.