Silences Can Be As Different As Sounds.

Experience Isn't Interesting Until It Begins To Repeat Itself. In Fact, Till It Does That, It Hardly Is Experience.

All My Life I Have Said, "whatever Happens There Will Always Be Tables And Chairs"--and What A Mistake.

The Paradox Of Romantic Love -- That What One Possesses, One Can No Longer Desire -- Was At Work.

Have Not All Poetic Truths Been Already Stated? The Essence Of A Poetic Truth Is That No Statement Of It Can Be Final.

I Became, And Remain, My Characters' Close And Intent Watcher: Their Director, Never. Their Creator I Cannot Feel That I Was, Or Am.