One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.
If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.
We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.
The dark is light enough.
Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.