365 7/18

You should dream more.

Reality in our century is not something to be faced.

365 7/3

 

Car broken down.  Everything quiet.  Hope to be back Thursday.

A picture-postcard is a symptom of loneliness.  

365 3/12

 

Would the world be in the mess it is

if we were loyal to love and not to countries? 

365 9/11

 

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world meaning no harm.

365 5/1

A story has no beginning or end:

arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back

or from which to look ahead.

365 4/22

I'm just a bad writer who drinks too much and falls in love with girls

365 4/24

He put his mouth on her and kissed her on the cheek;

he was afraid of the mouth - thoughts that travel 

too easily from lip to lip