The family is on its way out; couples go next; then no more keeping cats or parrots.
I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.
Sweet smiles soften judgment. Sweet haunches unseat it.
Art begins in imitation and ends in innovation.
Nostalgia paints a smile on the stony face of the past.
We take refuge in illness and then are trapped there.