Sad; So Sad, Those Smoky-rose,

The Clown May Be The Source Of Mirth, But - Who Shall Make The Clown Laugh?

A Day Without An Argument Is Like An Egg Without Salt.

I Think The Adjective Post-modernist Really Means Mannerist. Books About Books Is Fun But Frivolous.

The Bed Is Now As Public As The Dinner Table And Governed By The Same Rules Of Formal Confrontation.

She Said To The Daisy Girl With Her Big Brown Eyes: 'i Will Not Have It Plain. No. Fancy. It Must Be Fancy!' She Meant Her Future. A Moon-daisy Dropped To The Floor, Down From Her Hair, Like A Faintly Derisive Sign From Heaven.