The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A

I Just Enjoy Translating, It's Like Opening One's Mouth And Hearing Someone Else's Voice Emerge.

The Cry Of Equality Pulls Everyone Down.

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

That's How Vile I Am! I Live Ireland, I Breathe Ireland, And Christ How I Loathe It, I Wish I Were A Bloody Scot, That's How Bloody Awful It Is Being Irish!

Art Is Brief. (not In A Temporal Sense.) [...] Words Are For Concealment. Art Is Concealment.