We hasten to alienate the very fates we intended to woo.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Our best yesterdays are now foul piles of crumpled names.
I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.
One is always at home in one's past.
I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.