The Only Way I Could

These Are The Quicksilver Moments Of My Childhood I Cannot Remember Entirely. Irresistible And Emblematic, I Can Recall Them Only In Fragments And Shivers Of The Heart.

I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both The Love Letters And The Hate Mail Of The Subconscious.

... The Wing Of A Fly Is Proof Enough Of The Existence Of God For Me.

Baseball Fans Love Numbers. They Love To Swirl Them Around Their Mouths Like Bordeaux Wine.

Good Writing Is The Hardest Form Of Thinking.