We Talked For Hours. He Talked And

In Some Mysterious Way Woods Have Never Seemed To Me To Be Static Things. In Physical Terms, I Move Through Them; Yet In Metaphysical Ones, They Seem To Move Through Me.

The Pronoun Is One Of The Most Terrifying Masks Man Has Invented.

Which Are You Drinking? The Water Or The Wave?

That's The Trouble With Provincial Life. Everyone Knows Everyone And There Is No Mystery. No Romance.

The Supposed Great Misery Of Our Century Is The Lack Of Time.