Morality Is Probably The Last Thing One

For If A Lover's Face Survives Emblazoned On Your Heart, The World Is Still Your Home.

I Work Seven Days A Week, From 9 In The Morning Till 8 At Night. I Have The Titles Of The Next Eight Novels I Want To Write. I Feel Myself Pitiable, Degraded On A Day That I Don't Write.

Age Had Not Made Him Less Handsome, As Is So Often The Case; It Had Simply Made Him Less Visible.

When You Love A City And Have Explored It Frequently On Foot, Your Body, Not To Mention Your Soul, Gets To Know The Streets So Well After A Number Of Years That In A Fit Of Melancholy, Perhaps Stirred By A Light Snow Falling Ever So Sorrowfully, You'll Discover Your Legs Carrying You Of Their Own Accord Toward One Of Your Favourite Promontories

Happiness Is Holding Someone In Your Arms And Knowing You Hold The Whole World.