Sex is not imaginary, but it is not quite real either.
Go ahead and voice your criticisms, but don't expect to be invited back.
The horse stares at its captor, barely remembering the free kicks of youth.
Curiosity is an asset mostly frittered away.
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
Writing about an idea frees me of it. Thinking about it is a circle of repetitions.