Individual words, sounds, squiggles on paper with no meanings other than those with which our imagination can clothe them.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

Governments and fashions come and go but Jane Eyre is for all time.

I'll tell you what love is" I said, "It is blind devotion, unquestioning self humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your heart and soul to the smiter.

For myself, I favored the abstract. I collected not just obsolete terms and words, but ideas.