She Was A Faded But Still Lovely

Most Affectations Conceal Something Eventually, Even Though They Don't In The Beginning.

She Wanted To Exist Only As A Conscious Flower, Prolonging And Preserving Herself

I Am Tired Of Knowing Nothing And Being Reminded Of It All The Time.

Prose Talent Depends On Having Something To Say And An Interesting, Highly Developed Way Of Saying It.

Your Life On Earth Will Be, As Always, The Interval Between Two Significant Glances In A Mundane Mirror.