Caress The Detail, The Divine Detail.

I Think It Is All A Matter Of Love.

I Cannot Conceive How Anybody In His Right Mind Should Go To A Psychoanalyst.

Perhaps If The Future Existed, Concretely And Individually, As Something That Could Be Discerned By A Better Brain, The Past Would Not Be So Seductive: Its Demands Would Be Balanced By Those Of The Future.

A Good Laugh Is The Best Pesticide.

And Presently I Was Driving Through The Drizzle Of The Dying Day, With The Windshield Wipers In Full Action But Unable To Cope With My Tears.