We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.
There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.
A circle is the longest distance to same point.
I'm hopeless at looking into myself and trying to see how things are working and why.
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.
Sometimes people are so close to the material, they miss an important cross-reference. You can't drop this line because half an hour later, it affects that line. And the writer is the person who knows that immediately.