Well, A Peach Has A Lovely Taste

And Then I Became Aware Of All The Magnificent Silk Wrapped Around My Body, And Had The Feeling I Might Drown In Beauty. At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have Withered Serve To Remind Us That Death Will One Day Come To Us All.

My Feelings Of Disgust Had Been So Loud Within Me, They’d Nearly Drowned Out Everything Else.

He Was Like A Song I'd Heard Once In Fragments But Had Been Singing In My Mind Ever Since.

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.