My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.
One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.
clocks in disagreement are worse than no clock at all.
Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.
Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?