Don't Make Your Own Life Your Project

Love Is Art, Not Truth. It’s Like Painting Scenery.

I Don't Care If I'm A Fish, I Still Want A Bicycle.

Her Life Her Life Had Taken On The Shape Of A Terrible Mistake. She Hadn't Been Given The Proper Tools To Make A Real Life With, She Decided, That Was It. She'd Been Given A Can Of Gravy And A Hair-brush And Told, "there You Go." She'd Stood There For Years, Blinking And Befuddled, Brushing The Can With The Brush.

This Lunge At Moral Fastidiousness Was Something She'd Noticed A Lot In People Around Here. They Were Not Good People. They Were Not Kind. But They Recycled Their Newspapers!

Perhaps We Had At Last Reached That Stage Of Intimacy That Destroys Intimacy.