But I Think There Are A Set

Life Isn't A Support System For Art. It's The Other Way Around.

Sometimes The Things Presented To Us As Choices Aren't Choices At All.

It Had That Comfortably Sprung, Lived-in Look That Library Books With A Lively Circulation Always Get; Bent Page Corners, A Dab Of Mustard On Page 331, A Whiff Of Some Reader's Spilled After-dinner Whiskey On Page 468. Only Library Books Speak With Such Wordless Eloquence Of The Power Good Stories Hold Over Us, How Good Stories Abide, Unchanged And Mutely Wise, While We Poor Humans Grow Older And Slower.

Sometimes An Accident Can Be An Unhappy Womans Best Friend

This Is How A Man Looks When He's Deciding That The Risk Of Death Is Better Than The Risk Of Change.