I Have No Television - I Hate

Dusk Was Falling Quickly. It Was Just After 7 P.m., And The Month Was October.

The Conversation Seemed Just As Boring And Forgettable As Details Of American History Around 1805, For Example.

In View Of The Fact That I Surround Myself With Numbskulls Now, I Shall Die Among Numbskulls, And On My Deathbed Shall Be Surrounded By Numbskulls Who Will Not Understand What I Am Saying ... Whom Am I Sleeping With These Days ? Franz Kafka.

What Was It To Love Someone, What Was Love Exactly, And Why Did It End Or Not End? Those Were The Real Questions, And Who Could Answer Them?

And No Book, And Possibly No Painting, When It Is Finished, Is Ever Exactly Like The First Dream Of It.