The Breath That Sharpens Life Is Life

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

Life Has A Practice Of Living You, If You Don't Live It.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.

Life And Literature Is A Question Of What One Thrills To, And Further Than That No Man Shall Ever Go Without Putting His Foot In A Turd.

I Listen To Money Singing, It's Like Looking Down From Long French Windows At A Provincial Town. The Slums, The Canal, The Churches Ornate And Mad In The Evening Sun. It Is Intensely Sad.