Making A Journey By Night Is More

Smell Is Important. It Reminds A Person Of All The Things He's Been Through; It Is A Sheath Of Memories And Security.

He Didn't Remember, He Didn't Worry, He Just Was.

She Started Thinking About All The Euphemisms For Death, All The Anxious Taboos That Had Always Fascinated Her. It Was Too Bad You Could Never Have An Intelligent Discussion On The Subject. People Were Either Too Young Or Too Old, Or Else They Didn't Have Time.

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.

It's Risky To Talk About One's Most Secret Dreams A Bit Too Early.