An author never lies. We do, however tend to speak in a fictional prose.

The flesh of prose gets its shape and strength from the bones of grammar.

Ett ärr är vad som uppstår när ordet blir kött.

why be bothered with other people's set-ups? it only leads to torture.

Prose: words in their best order; poetry: the best words in the best order.

Do You Believe...on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife...

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression...

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.

I seek the city because there is nothing sweeter than not being alone in your loneliness.

A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.

Git'er DoneThey beat their swords upon their shieldsTo no beast or man would they yield

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

The Bane...where coxswain's dirtand seaman's shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest...

A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts.