All The Things You Can Talk About

My Favorite Journey Is Looking Out The Window.

Not Everything In Life Can Be Interpreted Metaphorically; That's Because Things Fall Out On The Way.

Neither Mine Nor Other People's Prospects Seem Particularly Pleasing Just At The Moment, And I Have Fantasies Of Going To Iceland, Never To Return. As It Is, I Tell Myself Not To Remember The Past, Not To Hope Or Fear For The Future, And Not To Think In The Present, A Comprehensive Program That Will Undoubtedly Have Very Little Success.

I've Never Had Any Intentions About Anything. That's Why I Am Where I Am Today, Which Is Neither Here Nor There, In A Literal Sense.

I Should Like A Parsley Sandwich. To The Best Of My Knowledge They Are Not In Season.