Love, yes. Word known to all men.
The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.
You cannot eat your cake and have it.