How Shrunk, How Dwindled, In

All I Can Hope For Is A Reconstruction: The Way Love Feels Is Always Only Approximate.

There Is So Much Going On All Over The World That It's Impossible For One Person To Keep Up. And I Can't.

There May Not Be One Truth - There May Be Several Truths - But Saying That Is Not To Say That Reality Doesn't Exist.

There's Always Something To Occupy The Inquiring Mind.

So Much For Endings. Beginnings Are Always More Fun. True Connoisseurs, However, Are Known To Favor The Stretch In Between, Since It's The Hardest To Do Anything With. That's About All That Can Be Said For Plots, Which Anyway Are Just One Thing After Another, A What And A What And A What.