Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?
I married an archeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.
Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.
Everything has got its right size. When it is its right size and well run it's the tops.
The rottenness comes from within.
What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.