Murder your darlings.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath