“ In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay... ”
I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.
~ Roger Zelazny
Nobody steals books but your friends.
To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, I wish I had known this some time ago.
It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.
