The Past Is Never Where You Think

Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

Don't You Love Being Alive?" Asked Miranda. "don't You Love Weather And The Colors At Different Times Of The Day, And All The Sounds And Noises Like Children Screaming In The Next Lot, And Automobile Horns And Little Bands Playing In The Street And The Smell Of Food Cooking?" "i Love To Swim, Too." Said Adam. "so Do I," Said Miranda, "we Never Did Swim Together.

Marriage Is A Public Declaration Of A Man And A Woman That They Have Formed A Secret Alliance, With The Intention To Belong To, And Share With Each Other, A Mystical Estate; Mystical Exactly In The Sense That The Real Experience Cannot Be Communicated To Others, Nor Explained Even To Oneself On Rational Grounds.

I Have Not Much Interest In Anyone's Personal History After The Tenth Year, Not Even My Own. Whatever One Was Going To Be Was All Prepared Before That.

The Nose Is Surely One Of The Most Impressionable, If Not Positively Erotic, Of All Our Unruly Members.