The Noble Style Immobilizes Its Subjects.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

No One Can Remember Himself As An Unpleasant Child.

Every Lover's Lament Has An Element Of Boasting.

The Egg Is The Symbol Of Perfection. Do You Want An Egg?

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.