Nothing In Life Is Ever

At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments. Girls Want To Wear Too Many Of Them. When They Become Old Women They Look Silly Wearing Even One.

Well, A Peach Has A Lovely Taste And So Does A Mushroom, But You Can't Put The Two Together.

Yet Somehow The Thing That Startled Me Most, After A Week Or Two Had Passed, Was That I Had In Fact Survived.

Nothing Is As Bleak As The Future, Except The Past.