Beauty comes to us more readily on a full belly.

I thought of the old proverb: Where there are three physicians, there are two atheists.

It is only the rooms of the present I wish to inhabit.

Yet there in the library, Hamish and I climbed the bright ladder of the body, as if it were sky and we a deafening. twisting flock of birds that could never fall to earth.

The recitation of grievances was strange balm.