I believe that because I had obtained a wife who was made up of wife-signs (beauty, charm, softness, perfume, cookery) I had found love.
Endings are elusive, middles are nowhere to be found, but worst of all is to begin, to begin, to begin.
Is death that which gives meaning to life?
The death of God left the angels in a strange position.
I think writers like old cities and are made very nervous by new cities.
Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult, but because it wishes to be art.