Surrealism Comes From The Reality Of Latin

Ultimately, Literature Is Nothing But Carpentry.

He Dared To Explore Her Withered Neck W/his Fingertips…her Hips W/their Decaying Bones, Her Thighs With Their Aging Veins.

I Would Give Wings To Children, But I Would Leave It To Them To Learn How To Fly By Themselves.

Everyone Has Three Lives: A Public Life, A Private Life, And A Secret Life.

Both Looked Back Then On The Wild Revelry...and They Lamented That It Had Cost Them So Much Of Their Lives To Find The Paradise Of Shared Solitude.