Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions

Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can Feel It Breathe.

All Of A Writer That Matters Is In The Book Or Books. It Is Idiotic To Be Curious About The Person.

Your Red Dress,’ She Said, And Laughed. But I Looked At The Dress On The Floor And It Was As If The Fire Had Spread Across The Room. It Was Beautiful And It Reminded Me Of Something I Must Do. I Will Remember I Thought. I Will Remember Quite Soon Now.

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.

I've Been So Ridiculous All My Life That A Little Bit More Or A Little Bit Less Hardly Matters Now.