I Don't Know How One Should Live

No Amount Of Violence You've Done To Others Prepares You For Violence Done To Yourself.

This Is Love: You Stop Bothering About The Universal, The General, Get Sucked Instead Into The Local And Particular: When Will I See Her Again? What Shall We Do Today? Do You Like These Shoes? Theory And Reflection Are Delicate Old Uncles Bustled Out Of The Way By The Boisterous Nephews Action And Desire. Themes Evaporate, Only Plot Remains.

That's The Problem With Being Alive ... You've Got To Keep Thinking Of What To Do.

Pain Revealed The Paltry Dimensions Of Love. The Paltry Dimensions Of Everything, In Fact, Except Pain.

One Day The Ordinariness Will Be Terminally Punctuated By The Extraordinary Full Stop Of Death.