Truth Is A Woman. That Is Why

Journeys, Like Artists, Are Born And Not Made. A Thousand Differing Circumstances Contribute To Them, Few Of Them Willed Or Determined By The Will-whatever We May Think.

How Grudging Memory Is, And How Bitterly She Clutches The Raw Material Of Her Daily Work.

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

It Only Takes One Match To Ignite A Haystack, Or One Remark To Fire A Mind.

The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is The Point At Which One Becomes Adult.