It Might Be That Women Who Have

I Wanted To Run Away From Everything But I Wanted To Run Towards Something Too.

The Disease We All Have And That We Have To Fight Against All Our Lives Is ... The Disease Of Self.

Friends You Have, People You Love, Die And Are Born Again.

It May Be True Of All Relationships, Not Only Between Fathers And Sons, But Between Men And Women. Nothing Seems Fixed. Everything Is Always Changing. We Seem To Have Very Little Control Over Our Emotional Life.

Would It Not Be Better To Have It Understood That Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art -- Although It May Possibly Be Very Good Journalism?