We Are As Ignorant Of The Meaning

Any Time Something Is Written Against Me, I Not Only Share The Sentiment But Feel I Could Do The Job Far Better Myself. Perhaps I Should Advise Would-be Enemies To Send Me Their Grievances Beforehand, With Full Assurance That They Will Receive My Every Aid And Support. I Have Even Secretly Longed To Write, Under A Pen Name, A Merciless Tirade Against Myself.

As A Boy, I Used To Marvel That The Letters In A Closed Book Did Not Get Scrambled And Lost Overnight.

I Live In A Grey World, Rather Like The Silver Screen World. But Yellow Stands Out.

It Only Takes Two Facing Mirrors To Build A Labyrinth.

Creativity Is Suspended Between Memory And Forgetting.