Not this time, Gal. Not this time. Not this fucking time. No. No no no no no no no no no! No! No no no no no no no no no no no no no! No! Not this fucking time! No fucking way! No fucking way, no fucking way, no fucking way! You’ve made me look a right cunt!
Heh, heh, of course not, who can nowadays? Listen, I have trouble writing a postcard to my children. Look uhh, we can give you a six figure advance, I’ve provide you with the very best ghost-writer, proof-readers…
"This is a spirit like a wavering flame which only needs care to burn high. If this does not happen, she could lapse into the promiscuity and bitterness of the failed romantic.”