Writing Is The Clumsy Attempt To Find

When Spring Came, Even The False Spring, There Were No Problems Except Where To Be Happiest.

And If There Is Not Any Such Thing As A Long Time, Nor The Rest Of Your Lives, Nor From Now On, But There Is Only Now, Why Then Now Is The Thing To Praise And I Am Very Happy With It.

My Heart's Broken,' He Thought. 'if I Feel This Way My Heart Must Be Broken.

Writing And Travel Broaden Your Ass If Not Your Mind And I Like To Write Standing Up.

So Far, About Morals, I Know Only That What Is Moral Is What You Feel Good After And What Is Immoral Is What You Feel Bad After.