Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You.

I'd Seen Too Many Troubling Things To Be Easy In My Mind. I Knew Too Much And Not Enough. I'd Better Go Out, I Said To Myself, I'd Better Go Out Again.

In The Kitchens Of Love, After All, Vice Is Like The Pepper In A Good Sauce; It Brings Out The Flavor, It’s Indispensable.

The Whole Business Of Your Life Overwhelms You When You Live Alone. One's Stupefied By It. To Get Rid Of It You Try To Daub Some Of It Off On To People Who Come To See You, And They Hate That. To Be Alone Trains One For Death.

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.