nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?
Sheridan Hay...to be free is often to be lonely
Sheridan Haydrunk on research, exhilarated by arcane details
Sheridan HayTags: research quest-for-truth
Bruno was a musician with the temperament of an anarchist and the breath of a bartender's dishrag. He gave the lie to bookselling as a genteel occupation.
Sheridan HayTags: bad-breath
I read Borges, Jorge Luis Borges. He think he too good for me, but I love him . . . he was a blind man who see better than anyone
Sheridan HayLoneliness is good practice for eternity.
Sheridan HayI loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room.
Sheridan HayTags: cities urban-life city-life
Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.
Sheridan HayTags: cities urban-life city-life
Remember, a book is always a gift.
Sheridan HayI drink to not giving a damn . . .
Sheridan HayTags: toasts
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