The Past Is What Makes Now Like

I Want To Read About A Character Doing Something Fairly Quiet Where I Can Picture Who The Character Is, And What Their Attitude Towards The World Is - Which I'm A Lot More Interested In Than What They Do Under The Pressure Of A Gunfight.

Honesty Is The Best Policy ; A Policy Is, After All, A Strategy For Living In The Polis In The City.

It Is Easier To Argue That Something Nobody Believes In Actually Exists Than It Is To Argue That Something Everybody Believes In Is Unreal.

Now For Me, You're The Irreplaceable One: I've Never See You Up So Close Before, And I Do Not Understand You At All. You Say Sometimes I Act Like I Don't See You? I Don't Even Know Where To Look! Living With You Around Is Like Is Like Living With A Permanent Dazzle. The Fact That You Even Like Me, Or Look At Me, Or Brush By Me, Or Hug Me, Or Hold Me, Is So Surprising That After It's Over I Have To Go Back Through It A Dozen Times In My Head To Savor It And Try And Figure Out What It Was Like Because I Was Too Busy Being Astounded While It Was Happening.

'you Spin In The Sky, The World Spins Under You, And You Step From Land To Land, While We . . .' She Turned Her Head Right, Left, And Her Black Hair Curled And Uncurled On The Shoulder Of Her Coat. 'we Have Our Dull, Circled Lives, Bound In Gravity, Worshiping You!'