The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can >>
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. >>
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in >>
We have no higher life that is really apart from other people. It is b >>
I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composin >>
We demand that people should be true to the pictures we have of them, >>
What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.