Explanation Separates Us From Astonishment, Which Is

I Long For Solitude And Yet I Cannot Stand It.

I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am No Longer 12 Years Old.

When Silence Confronts Us, The Question To Which There Is No Answer Rings Out In The Silence. That Ultimate "why," That Great "why" Is Like A Light That Blots Out Everything, But A Blinding Light; Nothing More Can Be Made Out.

Daisy: I Never Knew You Were Such A Realist-i Thought You Were More Poetic. Where's Your Imagination? There Are Many Sides To Reality. Choose The One That's Best For You. Escape Into The World Of Imagination.

The Arts Are Man's Most Useless ... And Essential ... Activity.