Life is a series of diminishments. Each cessation of an activity either from choice or some variety of infirmity is a death, a putting to final rest. Each loss, of friend or precious enemy, can be equated with the closing… — Coleman Dowell Copy Share Image
“You drive, walk, eat, look at television, read, and all the while, beyond you and the cozy circle created by your lady around herself… — Coleman Dowell Copy Share Image
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. . . . Even… — Coleman Dowell Copy Share Image
Life is a series of diminishments. Each cessation of an activity either from choice or some variety of infirmity is a death, a putting… — Coleman Dowell Copy Share Image
“He's experienced. He has a mind. He seduced me and took his time doing it. He's good company. He makes me think. Knowing him… — Coleman Dowell Copy Share Image
“All there is, is fragments, because a man, even the loneliest of the species, is divided among several persons, animals, worlds. To know a… — Coleman Dowell Copy Share Image
