As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.
Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.
The real reality is always just around the corner.
Warning: fortune cookies don't care what happens to you.
The writer is always courted by invitations from the all-too- familiar.
The chair as ideas fits only the bottom as idea.