The Story I Am Writing

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.

How Describe The Delicate Thing That Happens When A Brilliant Insect Alights On A Flower? Words, With Their Weight, Fall Upon The Picture Like Birds Of Prey.

At The Bottom Of All Patriotism There Is War: That Is Why I Am No Patriot.

God Does Not Believe In Our God.

Style Is To Forget All Styles.