I Think She Always Nursed A Small

The Clumsiest Literal Translation Is A Thousand Times More Useful Than The Prettiest Paraphrase.

Although I Could Never Get Used To The Constant State Of Anxiety In Which The Guilty, The Great, And The Tenderhearted Live, I Felt I Was Doing My Best In The Way Of Mimicry.

I Was The Shadow Of The Waxwing Slain/by The False Azure In The Windowpane.

Some People, And I Am One Of Them, Hate Happy Ends. We Feel Cheated. Harm Is The Norm.

All Great Novels Are Great Fairy Tales.