Death is the black backing on the mirror that allows us to see anything at all.
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.
I’ve had all the monstrosity I want.
The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.
... a fellow can't predict what he will pick up in the form of influence.
Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything