Places Remember Events.

She Respected Her Husband In The Same Way As She Respected The General Post Office, As Something Large, Secure And Fixed: And Though She Knew The Small Number Of His Talents She Appreciated His Abstract Value As A Male.

Why Is It That Words Like These Seem Dull And Cold? Is It Because There Is No Word Tender Enough To Be Your Name?

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.