Most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons.

...All my best words are deserters and do not answer the trumpet call, and the remainder are cripples.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Beauty plus pity -- that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.

All colors made me happy: even gray. My eyes were such that literally they Took photographs.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.