I Confess, I Do Not Believe In

I Think It Is All A Matter Of Love: The More You Love A Memory, The Stronger And Stranger It Is.

My Carmen," I Said (i Used To Call Her That Sometimes) "we Shall Leave This Raw Sore Town As Soon As You Get Out Of Bed." "... Because, Really," I Continued, "there Is No Point In Staying Here." "there Is No Point In Staying Anywhere," Said Lolita.

Adultery Is A Most Conventional Way To Rise Above The Conventional.

Do Not Be Angry With The Rain; It Simply Does Not Know How To Fall Upwards.

I Witness With Pleasure The Supreme Achievement Of Memory, Which Is The Masterly Use It Makes Of Innate Harmonies When Gathering To Its Fold The Suspended And Wandering Tonalities Of The Past.