I Tried Self-sacrifice A Couple

I Was Once In Love With Books. Now They Go Their Way And I Go Mine.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

Placing The Extraordinary At The Center Of The Ordinary, As Realism Does, Is A Great Comfort To Us Stay-at-homes.

I Dream Of Summing Everything Up In The Greatest Sentence Ever Written.

Never Try To Leap From A Standstill.