Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.
If I loved all the world as I do you, I shouldn't write books to it: I should only write letters to it, and that would be only a clumsy stage on the way to entire telepathy.
At 62, I remain clean and sober and my ponytail remains erect.
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