Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.
The Tale of GenjiTill your inner garden and your outer landscape will flourish
Postcards and Pearls:Life Lessons from Solo Moments in New YorkWords belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back.
TAZ: The Temporary Autonomous ZoneLike they say, you never know a person till you’ve done time with them.
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves