It Was The Work Of The Quiet

If You Tell A True Story, You Can't Be Wrong.

Paris Is A Woman But London Is An Independent Man Puffing His Pipe In A Pub.

...[the Photographer] Can Be Considered A Kind Of Disembodied Burrowing Eye, A Conspirator Against Time And Its Hammers. His Work, Print After Print Of It, Seems To Call To Be Shown Before The Decay Which It Portrays Flattens All... Here Are The Records Of The Age Before An Imminent Collapse.

Everything I Wrote Was True Because I Believed What I Saw.

A Pain Stabbed My Heart As It Did Every Time I Saw A Girl I Loved Who Was Going The Opposite Direction In This Too-big World.