And All I Loved, I Loved Alone.

There Are Certain Themes Of Which The Interest Is All-absorbing, But Which Are Too Entirely Horrible For The Purposes Of Legitimate Fiction.

Indeed, There Is An Eloquence In True Enthusiasm That Is Not To Be Doubted.

In Our Endeavors To Recall To Memory Something Long Forgotten, We Often Find Ourselves Upon The Very Verge Of Remembrance, Without Being Able, In The End, To Remember.

They Who Dream By Day Are Cognizant Of Many Things Which Escape Those Who Dream Only By Night.

Sometimes I’m Terrified Of My Heart; Of Its Constant Hunger For Whatever It Is It Wants. The Way It Stops And Starts.