Reading A Book Is Like Re-writing It

She Said To The Daisy Girl With Her Big Brown Eyes: 'i Will Not Have It Plain. No. Fancy. It Must Be Fancy!' She Meant Her Future. A Moon-daisy Dropped To The Floor, Down From Her Hair, Like A Faintly Derisive Sign From Heaven.

A Fairy Tale Is The Kind Of Story In Which One King Goes To Another King To Borrow A Cup Of Sugar

Reciprocity Of Sensation Is Not Possible Because To Share Is To Be Robbed.

I Desire Therefore I Exist.

Those Are The Voices Of My Brothers, Darling; I Love The Company Of Wolves.