This spiritualist, this statistician, what are you anyway?
Not me, paranoia's the garlic in life's kitchen, right, you can never have too much.
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
Real flight and dreams of flight go together. Both are part of the same movement. Not A before B, but all together.
Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
Explosion without an objective', declared Miles Blundell, 'is politics in its purest form'.