A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?

To appear well dressed, be skinny and tall.

An illicit love affair seems sweetly old-fashioned in the age of one night stands and orgies.

I feel disappointed, but I don't remember just what I expected.

Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.

The modernist writers found despair inspirational.

Saying "I feel guilty" is a mere form of words. Saying "I feel ashamed" is not.