It Is, Perhaps, A Better Thing To

I Desire Therefore I Exist.

He Was Prepared To Die For It, As One Of Baudelaire's Dandies Might Have Been Prepared To Kill Himself In Order To Preserve Himself In The Condition Of A Work Of Art, For He Wanted To Make This Experience A Masterpiece Of Experience Which Absolutely Transcended The Everyday. And This Would Annihilate The Effects Of The Cruel Drug, Boredom, To Which He Was Addicted Although, Perhaps, The Element Of Boredom Which Is Implicit In An Affair So Isolated From The Real World Was Its Principle Appeal For Him.

A Book Is Simply The Container Of An Idea-like A Bottle; What Is Inside The Book Is What Matters.

There Was A House We All Had In Common And It Was Called The Past, Even Though We'd Lived In Different Rooms.

I Think I Want To Be In Love With You But I Don't Know How.