Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.

Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.

It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.

There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.