Youth Is A Period Of Missed Opportunities.

In My Religion, There Would Be No Exclusive Doctrine; All Would Be Love, Poetry, And Doubt.

Longevity Is The Revenge Of Talent Upon Genius.

Approaching Forty, I Had A Singular Dream In Which I Almost Grasped The Meaning And Understood The Nature Of What It Is That Wastes In Wasted Time.

Nothing Dates Like Hate And In Literature A Little Of It Goes A Very Long Way.

Imagination Is Nostalgia For The Past, The Absent It Is The Liquid Solution In Which Art Develops The Snapshot Of Reality.