He Felt Changed, But There Was No

Novels Arise Out Of The Shortcomings Of History.

The Individual Appears For An Instant, Joins The Community Of Thought, Modifies It And Dies; But The Species, That Dies Not, Reaps The Fruit Of His Ephemeral Existence.

Once You Get Older, People Stop Listening To What You Say. It's Very Agreeable Once You Get Used To It.

Young Girls Are Sad. They Like To Be; It Makes Them Feel Strong.

I'd Like To Write The Way Matisse Paints.