I'm A Cynical Idealist.

Who Would Not Be Pleased At Carrying Lamps Helpfully Through The Darkness?

I Am Slow-thinking And Full Of Interior Rules That Act As Brakes On My Desires.

Her Grey, Sun-strained Eyes Stared Straight Ahead, But She Had Deliberately Shifted Our Relations, And For A Moment I Thought I Loved Her. But I Am Slow-thinking And Full Of Interior Rules That Act As Brakes On My Desires, And I Knew That First I Had To Get Myself Definitely Out Of That Tangle Back Home.

I Talk With The Authority Of Failure - Ernest With The Authority Of Success. We Could Never Sit Across The Same Table Again.

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