All Our Heroes, All Our Great Stories

I Have Never Begun A Novel Which Wasn't Going To Stretch Me Further Than I Had Ever Stretched Before.

(from The Story The Last Days Of A Famous Mime) He Said Nothing. He Was Mildly Annoyed At Her Presumption: That He Had Not Thought This Many, Many Times Before. With Perfect Misunderstanding She Interpreted His Passivity As Disdain. Wishing To Hurt Him, She Slapped His Face. Wishing To Hurt Her, He Smiled Brilliantly.

I Had Known Loneliness Before, And Emptiness Upon The Moor, But I Had Never Been A Nothing, A Nothing Floating On A Nothing, Known By Nothing, Lonelier And Colder Than The Space Between The Stars. It Was More Frightening Than Being Dead.

Glass Is A Thing In Disguise, An Actor, Is Not Solid At All, But A Liquid?an Old Sheet Of Glass Will Not Only Take On A Royal And Purplish Tinge But Will Reveal Its True Liquid Nature By Having Grown Fatter At The Bottom And Thinner At Thetop, And? It Isinvisible, Solid, In Short A Joyous And Paradoxical Thing, Asgood A Material As Any Tobuild A Life From.

Swimming Always Cleans Your Soul