The Justice I Have Received, I Shall

The Conversation Seemed Just As Boring And Forgettable As Details Of American History Around 1805, For Example.

I Can't Write If Someone Else Is In The House, Not Even The Cleaning Woman.

In View Of The Fact That I Surround Myself With Numbskulls Now, I Shall Die Among Numbskulls, And On My Deathbed Shall Be Surrounded By Numbskulls Who Will Not Understand What I Am Saying ... Whom Am I Sleeping With These Days ? Franz Kafka.

The Kiss Became The Narrowed Center Of The Still Point Of The Turning World, So That Even The Park Was Turning In Comparison To The Still Peace At Their Lips.

I Find The Public Passion For Justice Quite Boring And Artificial.