Writers Serve As The Memory Of A

The World Knew You Before You Knew The World.

Your Feelings Are None Of Your Business.

Books Swept Me Away, This Way And That, One After The Other; I Made Endless Vows According To Their Lights For I Believed Them.

The Way We Live Our Days, Is The Way We Live Our Lives.

The Sense Impressions Of One-celled Animals Are Not Edited For The Brain. This Is Philosophically Interesting In A Rather Mournful Way, Since It Means That Only The Simplest Animals Perceive The Universe As It Is.