Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.
My wife and I thought we were in love, but it turned out to be benign
I can't even make a leap of faith to believe in my own existence.
Me and nature are two.
I got a divorce because my ex-wife left me for another woman.
Right now it's only a notion, but I think I can get the money to make it into a concept, and later turn it into an idea.