He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.
I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.
the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.