I Confess, I Do Not Believe In

The Nostalgia I Have Been Cherishing All These Years Is A Hypertrophied Sense Of Lost Childhood, Not Sorrow For Lost Banknotes.

When I Receive A New Novel From A Hopeful Publisher - "hoping That I Like The Book As Much As He Does" - I Check First Of All How Much Dialog There Is, And If It Looks Too Abundant Or Too Sustained, I Shut The Book With A Bang.

I Was The Shadow Of The Waxwing Slain/by The False Azure In The Windowpane.

There Was No Lo To Behold.

Our Imagination Flies -- We Are Its Shadow On The Earth.