Music Is The Way Our Memories Sing

One Can Live With The Thought Of One's Own Death. It Is The Thought Of The Death Of The Words And Books That Is Terrifying For That Is The Deeper Extinction.

The Kiss Is A Wordless Articulation Of Desire Whose Object Lies In The Future, And Somewhat To The South.

The Busybodies Have Begun To Infect American Society With A Nasty Intolerance - A Zeal To Police The Private Lives Of Others And Hammer Them Into Standard Forms - A Nation Of Finger Pointers.

Never Try To Wear A Hat That Has More Character Than You Do.

Forgiveness Frees The Forgiver.