Okay Is Bursting With Sensuality

The World," He Said, "is Not A Wish-granting Factory," And Then He Broke Down, Just For One Moment, His Sob Roaring Impotent Like A Clap Of Thunder Unaccompanied By Lightning, The Terrible Ferocity That Amateurs In The Field Of Suffering Might Mistake For Weakness.

The Worse The Haircut, The Better The Man.

Anyway, That Was The Last Good Day I Had With Gus Until The Last Good Day.

Nothing Was Happening, Really, But The Moment Was Thick With Mattering

The Weird Thing About Houses Is That They Almost Always Look Like Nothing Is Happening Inside Of Them, Even Though They Contain Most Of Our Lives. I Wondered If That Was Sort Of The Point Of Architecture.