Life Is A Message Scribbled In The

Genius Is An African Who Dreams Up Snow.

There Is Only One Real Number: One. And Love, Apparently, Is The Best Exponent Of This Singularity.

The Lost Glove Is Happy.

I Am Sentimental,’ She Said. ‘i Could Dissect A Koala But Not Its Baby. I Like The Words Damozel, Eglantine, Elegant. I Love When You Kiss My Elongated White Hand.

Above All, Beware Of Platitudes, I.e., Word Combinations That Have Already Appeared A Thousand Times.... As A General Rule, Try To Find New Combinations Of Words (not For The Sake Of Their Novelty, But Because Every Person Sees Things In An Individual Way And Must Find His Own Words For Them).