All My Stories Are Webs Of Style

By God, I Could Make Myself Bring Her That Economically Halved Grapefruit, That Sugarless Breakfast.

Do Those Clowns Really Believe What They Teach?

Imagine Me; I Shall Not Exist If You Do Not Imagine Me; Try To Discern The Doe In Me, Trembling In The Forest Of My Own Iniquity; Let's Even Smile A Little. After All, There Is No Harm In Smiling.

Oh, My Lolita, I Have Only Words To Play With!

Who Can Say What Heartbreaks Are Caused In A Dog By Our Discontinuing A Romp?