I Found Nothing Really Wrong

To Divide One's Life By Years Is Of Course To Tumble Into A Trap Set By Our Own Arithmetic. The Calendar Consents To Carry On Its Dull Wall-existence By The Arbitrary Timetables We Have Drawn Up In Consultation With Those Permanent Commuters, Earth And Sun. But We, Unlike Trees, Need Grow No Annual Rings.

I Tried To Use The Questions And Answers As An Armature On Which To Build A Sculpture Of Genuine Conversation

Books Act Like A Developing Fluid On Film. That Is, They Bring Into Consciousness What You Didn’t Know You Knew.

My Main Recollection Is Of The Work I Had To Do In Order To Eat

One Measure Of Friendship Consists Not In The Number Of Things Friends Can Discuss, But In The Number Of Things They Need No Longer Mention.