There Are Metaphors More Real Than The

When All By Myself, I Can Think Of All Kinds Of Clever Remarks, Quick Comebacks To What No One Said, And Flashes Of Witty Sociability With Nobody. But All Of This Vanishes When I Face Someone In The Flesh: I Lose My Intelligence, I Can No Longer Speak, And After Half An Hour I Just Feel Tired. Talking To People Makes Me Feel Like Sleeping. Only My Ghostly And Imaginary Friends, Only The Conversations I Have In My Dreams, Are Genuinely Real And Substantial.

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.

Life Is Good, But Wine Is Better.

I'd Like To Be In The Country So That I'd Could Like Being In The City.

The Startling Reality Of Things Is My Discovery Every Single Day.