Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

"By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future."

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.