So This Is Where The Years Of

Bookish People, Who Are Often Maladroit People, Persist In Thinking They Can Master Any Subtlety So Long As It's Been Shaped Into Acceptable Expository Prose.

It's Hard Work Being A Person, You Have To Do It Every Single Day.

Here's To Another Year And Let's Hope It's Above Ground.

Nothing She Did Or Said Was Quite What She Meant But Still Her Life Could Be Called A Monument Shaped In A Slant Of Available Light And Set To The Movement Of Possible Music

Words Are Our Life. We Are Human Because We Use Language. So I Think We Are Less Human When We Use Less Language.