People are afraid to merge.

It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better$$$ a little better.

Shape without form$$$ shade without colour$$$ paralyzed force$$$ gesture without motion...

For history is a pattern <br>Of timeless moments. So$$$ while the light fails <br>On a winters afternoon$$$ in a secluded chapel <br>History is now and England.

Who is the third that walks always beside you? When I count there are only you and I together.

When lovely lady stoops to folly<br>And finds too late that men betray$$$<br>She brushes her hair with automatic hand<br>And puts a record on the gramophone.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark$$$<br>The vacant interstellar spaces$$$ the vacant into the vacant.

HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME<br>HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME