Eternity: What A Waste Of Time.

Might I Be The One I Am Looking For?

That Parasite: The Past.

All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

What Makes Bad Writers So Annoying Is Their Good Passages.

If I Had One Ambition It Was To Make My Life Itself Into A Poem.