The horizon is more than a convention of landscape painting, less than truth.

I love you in my dreams, but not in real life.

Every farewell combines loss and new freedom.

By multiplying ironies, I evade commitments.

As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.

You gave me a significant look, but significant of what?

Middle-aged adolescents are a libel on the real thing.