Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

I lean to you$$$ numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

A house that has a library in it has a soul.

Its very difficult to feel contempt for others when you see yourself in the mirror.

Every gesture is a revolutionary act.

Be what I think? But I think of being so many things!

I'm losing my taste for everything$$$ including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

What power has law where only money rules?