I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself.

The Novel Avoids The Sublime And Seeks Out The Interesting.

When Love Ends, The Beloved Is No Longer Standing On A Pedestal, But In A Hole.

Learned Researches Lead To Headaches, Constipation, And Befuddled Quarreling.

There Are Different Rules For Reading, For Thinking, And For Talking. Writing Blends All Three Of Them.

I Can Neither Return Your Love Nor Dismiss It.