Watt had watched people smile and thought he understood how it was done.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
Birth was the death of him.