A story lives transformed by a gesture not made or a word not spoken
What was it with men, that they found elementary logic so difficult?
Politics is the enemy of the imagination.
i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.
He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end.
A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.