Don't Touch Me; I'll Die If You

I Think It Is All A Matter Of Love: The More You Love A Memory, The Stronger And Stranger It Is.

I Could Also Distinguish The Glint Of A Special Puddle (the One Krug Had Somehow Perceived Through The Layer Of His Own Life), An Oblong Puddle Invariably Acquiring The Same Form After Every Shower Because Of The Constant Spatulate Shape Of A Depression In The Ground. Possibly Something Of The Kind May Be Said To Occur In Regard To The Imprint We Leave In The Intimate Texture Of Space. Twang. A Good Night For Nothing.

I Always Call Him Lewis Carroll Carroll, Because He Was The First Humbert Humbert.

The Only Real Number Is One, The Rest Are Mere Repetition

I Think It Is All A Matter Of Love.