I Didn't Write. I Just Wandered About.

From The Earliest Wars Of Men To Our Last Heart-breaking Worldwide Effort, All We Could Do Was Kill Ourselves. Now We Are Able To Kill The Future.

In November You Begin To Know How Long The Winter Will Be.

I See Mysteries And Complications Wherever I Look, And I Have Never Met A Steadily Logical Person.

Travel Is Compost For The Mind

I Daresay I Was The Worst Bed Partner In Five Continents.