Time Heals All Things But One: Time.

We Are So Placid That The Smallest Tremor Of Objection Is Taken As A Full-scale Revolution.

I Measure My Life In Sentences Pressed Out, Line By Line, Like The Lustrous Ooze On The Underside Of The Snail, The Snail's Secret Open Seam, Its Wound, Leaking Attar.

We Often Take For Granted The Very Things That Most Deserve Our Gratitude.

Very Bright Teeth As Big And Orderly As Piano Keys.

Awe Consumes Any Brand That Ignites It.