My neglected duties crowd around me in my dreams, murmuring.
Desire is wakeful; satisfaction dozes.
Language cannot say everything, fortunately.
When I get the point, I often don't know what to do with it.
New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
Fame is fickle, but Obscurity is usually faithful to the end.