Keep Making The Movements Of Life.

The Practice Of "reviewing"... In General Has Nothing In Common With The Art Of Criticism.

Her Reputation For Reading A Great Deal Hung About Her Like The Cloudy Envelope Of A Goddess In An Epic.

Love Has Nothing To Do With Good Reasons.

The Right Time Is Any Time That One Is Still So Lucky As To Have.

My Sole Wish Is To Frustrate As Utterly As Possible The Post-mortem Exploiter.