How Goodness Heightens Beauty!

The Body Was A Cage, And Inside That Cage Was Something Which Looked, Listened, Feared, Thought And Marveled; That Something, That Remainder Left Over After The Body Had Been Accounted For, Was The Soul.

For He Was Aware Of The Great Secret Of Life: Women Don't Look For Handsome Men. Women Look For Men Who Have Had Beautiful Women. Having An Ugly Mistress Is Therefore A Fatal Mistake.

The Novel Is A Meditation On Existence As Seen Through The Medium Of Imaginary Characters.

Culture Is Perishing In Overproduction, In An Avalanche Of Words, In The Madness Of Quantity.

If I Hadn't Met You, I'd Certainly Have Fallen In Love With Him.