The Only Word For Goodness Is Goodness,

I Could Bear The Memory, But I Could Not Bear The Music That Made The Memory Such A Killing Thing.

If Smallness Was Fortune, Then I Had Come Across A Treasure, Infinitesimal And Beyond Value. I Felt Lucky. You Had To Decide What Was Estimable And Precious In Your Life And Set Out To Find It. The Objects You Valued Defined You.

Humanity Is Best Described As Inhumanity.

Good Writing Is The Hardest Form Of Thinking.

Because She Deserved My Tears If Anyone On Earth Ever Did. I Could Feel The Tears Within Me, Undiscovered, And Untouched In Their Inland Sea. Those Tears Had Been With Me Always.