When one loves one's Art no service seems too hard.
History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster...I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That's the story.
He studied cities as women study their reflections.
Perhaps there is no happiness in life so perfect as the martyr's.
What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?