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.

Beauty comes to us more readily on a full belly.

The recitation of grievances was strange balm.

The impetuous wind can ignite the fire or put it out.