Great Art Is The Contempt Of A

What Was It Up There In The Song That Seemed To Be Calling Her Back Inside? What Would Happen Now In The Dim, Incalculable Hours?

It Is Invariably Saddening To Look Through New Eyes At Things Upon Which You Have Expended Your Own Powers Of Adjustment.

Cut Out All These Exclamation Points. An Exclamation Point Is Like Laughing At Your Own Joke.

Very Well Then, Better A Sane Crook Than A Mad Puritan.

The Loneliest Moment In Someone’s Life Is When They Are Watching Their Whole World Fall Apart, And All They Can Do Is Stare Blankly.