<p>Truth is a well-known pathological liar. It invariably turns out to be Fiction wearing a fancy frock. Self-proclaimed Fiction$$$ on the other hand$$$ is entirely honest. You can tell this$$$ because it comes right out and says$$$ "I'm a Liar$$$" right there on the dust jacket.</p>

<p>Now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.</p>

<p>Rome is not outside me$$$ but inside me. Her feverish sweetness$$$ her tragic countryside$$$ her own beauty and harmony$$$ all these are mine$$$ for my thought and my work.</p>

<p>Childhood Is the Kingdom where nobody dies.</p>

<p>Into the darkness they go$$$ the wise and the lovely.</p>

<p>Where you used to be$$$ there is a hole in the world$$$ which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime$$$ and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.</p>

<p>Racism does not limit itself to biology or economics or psychology or metaphysics; it attacks along many fronts and in many forms$$$ deploying whatever is at hand$$$ and even what is not$$$ inventing when the need arises.</p>

<p>We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged$$$ like ice floes$$$ with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.</p>

<p>Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.</p>

<p>How soon 'not now' becomes 'never'!</p>