Nothing Revives The Past So Completely As

Complacency Is A State Of Mind That Exists Only In Retrospective: It Has To Be Shattered Before Being Ascertained.

I Shall Be Dumped Where The Weed Decays, And The Rest Is Rust And Stardust

Solitude Was Corrupting Me.

I Know More Than I Can Express In Words, And The Little I Can Express Would Not Have Been Expressed, Had I Not Known More.

Was She Really Beautiful? Was She At Least What They Call Attractive? She Was Exasperation, She Was Torture.