Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.

Whenever an occasion arose in which she needed an opinion on something in the wider world, she borrowed her husband's. If this had been all there was to her, she wouldn't have bothered anyone, but as is so often the case with such women, she suffered from an incurable case of of pretentiousness. Lacking any internalized values of her own, such people can arrive at a standpoint only by adopting other people's standards or views. The only principle that governs their minds is the question "How do I look?