Literature May Be False, But It Is

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

I Feel That I Have Something Significant To Say, But I Cannot Think What It Is.

The Wisdom Of Age: Don't Stop Walking.

I Have Tried Being Surreal, But My Frogs Hop Right Back Into Their Realistic Ponds.

In The Museums, Everything Is In Quotation Marks.