Outside Literature, High-flown Sentiments Are Merely Exasperating.

Friends Are Sometimes Boring, But Enemies Never.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

Photography Knows How To Authenticate Its Misrepresentations.

I Deplore My Shortcomings, But Plan To Keep Them.

Self-sacrifice Usually Contains An Unspoken Demand For Payment.