Coffee, Unless It Is Very

There Is Nothing Like Early Promiscuous Sex For Dispelling Life's Bright Mysterious Expectations.

There Is No Beyond, There Is Only Here, The Infinitely Small, Infinitely Great And Utterly Demanding Present.

How Different Each Death Is, And Yet It Leads Us Into The Self-same Country, That Country Which We Inhabit So Rarely, Where We See The Worthlessness Of What We Have Long Pursued And Will So Soon Return To Pursuing.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

People Who Boast Of Happy Marriages Are, I Submit, Usually Self-deceivers, If Not Actually Liars.