After I Go Out This Door, I

Each Of His Phrases Was Rather Like A Little Ancient Island, Inundated By A Miniature Sea Of Whiskey.

But You Can't Always Tell - With Somebody's Mother, I Mean. Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

Don't Ever Tell Anybody Anything. If You Do, You Start Missing Everybody.

You Never Even Worried, With Jane, Whether Your Hand Was Sweaty Or Not. All You Knew Was, You Were Happy. You Really Were.

People Are Mostly Hot To Have A Discussion When You're Not.