Oliver Miller

We have all known beauty — and we will all know ugliness, one day.

The wind suffers from blowing; the fire suffers from burning; the sand suffers of sandiness, and I suffer from a living name.

Without our clothes, we began to hide.

…Dogs! On sleds! What, the title wasn’t enough for you?

Is being good-looking the most important thing in the world?

What’s your idea of fun and games?

Is there a way out?

There is a bookstore where all the books are only about you.

I was born a moth.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art.

“Every life is many days, day after day.”

“You are tired; you are true of heart.”

If you’re not looking at the world and asking questions about it, then what are you doing?

…Why? Because JAMES FRANCO, that’s why.

Tweed, tweed, tweed.

Suddenly, in the midst of the war, I was overcome by an incredible feeling of optimism.

Almost there. But not quite.

Surrounded by crowds, but still lonely. Alone in your apartment and still lonely.