He Thought That He Was Sick In

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

What Was After The Universe? Nothing. But Was There Anything Round The Universe To Show Where It Stopped Before The Nothing Place Began?

I Wanted Real Adventures To Happen To Myself. But Real Adventures, I Reflected, Do Not Happen To People Who Remain At Home: They Must Be Sought Abroad.

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

God Made Food; The Devil The Cooks.