I Was Too Absorbed To Be Responsive

I Felt That I Wanted The World To Be In Uniform And At A Sort Of Moral Attention Forever; I Wanted No More Riotous Excursions With Privileged Glimpses Into The Human Heart.

Genius Goes Around The World In Its Youth Incessantly Apologizing For Having Large Feet. What Wonder That Later In Life It Should Be Inclined To Raise Those Feet Too Swiftly To Fools And Bores.

All Good Writing Is Swimming Under Water And Holding Your Breath.

So I Walked Away And Left Him Standing There In The Moonlight - Watching Over Nothing.

She Wanted To Crawl Into His Pocket And Be Safe Forever.