He Had Seen Me Several Times, And

All Good Writing Is Swimming Under Water And Holding Your Breath.

He Was So Terrible That He Was No Longer Terrible, Only Dehumanized.

Beauty Means The Scent Of Roses And Then The Death Of Roses

I Learned A Little Of Beauty - Enough To Know That It Had Nothing To Do With Truth - And I Found, Moreover, That There Was No Great Literary Tradition; There Was Only The Tradition Of The Eventful Death Of Every Literary Tradition.

Celibacy Goes Deeper Than The Flesh.