Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

I Will Tell You What I Will Do And What I Will Not Do. I Will Not Serve That In Which I No Longer Believe, Whether It Calls Itself My Home, My Fatherland, Or My Church: And I Will Try To Express Myself In Some Mode Of Life Or Art As Freely As I Can And As Wholly As I Can, Using For My Defense The Only Arms I Allow Myself To Use -- Silence, Exile, And Cunning.

Ulysses He ... Saw The Dark Tangled Curls Of His Bush Floating, Floating Hair Of The Stream Around The Limp Father Of Thousands, A Languid Flatong Flower.

He Thought That He Was Sick In His Heart If You Could Be Sick In That Place.

You Behold In Me, Stephen Said With Grim Displeasure, A Horrible Example Of Free Thought.