As A Matter Of Fact, I Rather

I Have To Be Alone Very Often. I'd Be Quite Happy If I Spent From Saturday Night Until Monday Morning Alone In My Apartment. That's How I Refuel.

I Believe In Miracles.

I Don't Want To Own Anything Until I Find A Place Where Me And Things Go Together. I'm Not Sure Where That Is But I Know What It Is Like. It's Like Tiffany's.

All I Want Is A Room Somewhere, Far Away From The Cold Night Air. With One Enormous Chair; Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Lots Of Choc'late For Me To Eat; Lots Of Coal Makin' Lots Of Heat. Warm Face, Warm 'ands, Warm Feet, Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Oh, So Loverly Sittin' Abso-bloomin'-lutely Still! I Would Never Budge 'til Spring Crept Over My Window Sill. Someone's Head Restin' On My Knee; Warm And Tender As He Can Be, Who Takes Good Care Of Me; Oh Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Loverly, Loverly, Loverly, Loverly.

I Believe, Every Day, You Should Have At Least One Exquisite Moment.