The Pain Of Not Knowing What To

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

What Can You Say About A Twenty-five Year Old Girl Who Died? That She Was Beautiful And Brilliant. That She Loved Mozart And Bach. The Beatles. And Me.

Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others, Genius Bordering On Madness

The ‘equilibrium’ That People See In Me Is Really An Illusion. I Am As Flawed As Anyone. It’s Only That I Seem To Have The Knack Of Hiding.

Professors Of Classics - Not Even A Professor Of English - Professors Of Classics, They're Something Sacred; It's Almost Like Being A Priest.