I Believe That Most Of Us Would

I Believe That Most Of Us Would Like To Be Thought Well Of By Horses.

Fidelity Is A Matter Of Perception; Nobody Is Unfaithful To The Sea Or To Mountains Or To Death: Once Recognized They Fill The Heart.

Is There An Existence That Is Only Mine?

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

What A Weird Thing Smoking Is And I Can't Stop It. I Feel Cosy, Have A Sense Of Well-being When I'm Smoking, Poisoning Myself, Killing Myself Slowly. Not So Slowly Maybe. I Have All Kinds Of Pains I Don't Want To Know About And I Know That's What They're From. But When I Don't Smoke I Scarcely Feel As If I'm Living. I Don't Feel As If I'm Living Unless I'm Killing Myself.