What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.
It's well we cannot hear the screams we make in other people's dreams.
I feel that I am doing the minimum amount of damage to other possibilities that may take place in a reader's head.
Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.
I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season.
Only art means anything.