A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heartone of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.
Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.
Reality is the #1 cause of insanity among those who are in contact with it