His Wedding Gift, Clasped Round

A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy. Only Untimely Death Is A Tragedy.

The End Of All Stories, Even If The Writer Forebears To Mention It, Is Death, Which Is Where Time Stops Short. Sheherezade Knew This, Which Is Why She Kept On Spinning Another Story Out Of The Bowels Of The Last One, Never Coming To A Point Where She Could Say: "this Is The End." Because It Would Have Been.

Language Is Power, Life And The Instrument Of Culture, The Instrument Of Domination And Liberation.

The Invisible Is Only Another Unexplored Country, A Brave New World.

[t]ea, That Uniquely English Meal, That Unnecessary Collation At Which No Stimulants--neither Alcohol Nor Meat--are Served, That Comforting Repast Of Which To Partake Is As Good As Second Childhood.