Fearful Of Sentimentality, I Disown

Style Disdains Comfort And Is Always Ready To Sacrifice Virtue.

A Moment Of Eloquence Enthralls Us. An Hour's Worth Leaves Us Stupefied.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

While There's Life, There's Fear.

Suspicion Is The Beginning Of Wisdom, And Of Madness.