Nothing has happened today except kindness.
I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.
You are so afraid of losing your moral sense that you are not willing to take it through anything more dangerous than a mud-puddle.
She always says she dislikes the abnormal, it is so obvious. She says the normal is so much more simply complicated and interesting.
Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?
... there is no point in being realistic about here and now, no use at all not any, and so it is not the nineteenth but the twentieth century, there is no realism now, life is not real it is not earnest, it is strange which is an entirely different matter.