Nothing Lasts And Yet Nothing Passes Either,

I Would Be Wonderful With A 100-year Moratorium On Literature Talk, If You Shut Down All Literature Departments, Close The Book Reviews, Ban The Critics. The Readers Should Be Alone With The Books, And If Anyone Dared To Say Anything About Them, They Would Be Shot Or Imprisoned Right On The Spot. Yes, Shot. A 100-year Moratorium On Insufferable Literary Talk. You Should Let People Fight With The Books On Their Own And Rediscover What They Are And What They Are Not. Anything Other Than This Talk.

You Can No More Make Someone Tell The Truth Than You Can Force Someone To Love You.

When I Was A Child... I Was Watching A Snowstorm, And Hopefully Asked, 'momma, Do We Believe In Winter?'

All That We Don't Know Is Astonishing. Even More Astonishing Is What Passes For Knowing.

I Am The Raskolnikov Of Jerking Off – The Sticky Evidence Is Everywhere!