Art Is The Final Cunning Of The

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved

Art Is Brief. (not In A Temporal Sense.) [...] Words Are For Concealment. Art Is Concealment.

Moralistic Is Not Moral. And As For Truth - Well, It's Like Brown - It's Not In The Spectrum. Truth Is So Generic.

A Long Marriage Is Very Unifying, Even If It's Not Ideal, And Those Old Structures Must Be Respected.

The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A Magical Grasp Upon The Future.