I've Always Thought That Sex

Even Winter — The Hardest Season, The Most Implacable — Dreams, As February Creeps On, Of The Flame That Will Presently Melt It Away. Everything Tires With Time, And Starts To Seek Some Opposition, To Save It From Itself.

Everything Is In Flux: Everything Changes; The Body Changes, The Soul Changes. We Are Capable Of Extraordinary Self-transmutat Ion And Internal Self-transforma Tion.

I Can See In Your Eyes That There’s No Seam Of Untapped Joy Left In You. The Best Of Life Has Come And Gone. Those Days When Sudden Epiphanies Swept Over You, And You Had Visions Of The Rightness Of All Things And Of Your Place Amongst Them; They’re History. You’re In A Darker Place Now.

I Don't Take Accusations Of Selling Out Lightly.

Funny That. We Live In Islands Of Hours And We Never Seem To Have Time Enough For Anything.