The Words Seemed To Bite Physically Into

Over The Great Bridge, With The Sunlight Through The Girders Making A Constant Flicker Upon The Moving Cars, With The City Rising Up Across The River In White Heaps And Sugar Lumps All Built With A Wish Out Of Non-olfactory Money. The City Seen From The Queensboro Bridge Is Always The City Seen For The First Time, In Its First Wild Promise Of All The Mystery And The Beauty In The World.

New Friends Can Often Have A Better Time Together Than Old Friends.

She Was Overstrained With Grief And Loneliness: Almost Any Shoulder Would Have Done As Well.

I'm A Slave To My Emotions, To My Likes, To My Hatred Of Boredom, To Most Of My Desires

I Love Her And That's The Beginning And End Of Everything.