It Takes Two To Make

I'm Inclined To Reserve All Judgments, A Habit That Has Opened Up Many Curious Natures To Me And Also Made Me The Victim Of Not A Few Veteran Bores.

I Don't Want To Repeat My Innocence. I Want The Pleasure Of Losing It Again.

One Hurries Through, Even Though There's Time; The Past, The Continent, Is Behind; The Future Is The Glowing Mouth In The Side Of The Ship; The Dim, Turbulent Alley Is Too Confusedly The Present.

I Don't Much Care Where I Am Anymore, Nor Expect Very Much From Places.

She Knew Few Words And Believed In None.