Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.
That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.
When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought
I seek the substantial in life.
All artists as a type seem to suffer a great deal, but then so do miners.
In a life properly lived, you're a river.