Every Second, Ten Stars Set Behind The

The Act Of Living Had Been Enjoyable; At Some Point When I Was Not Paying Attention, It Had Turned Into A Different Sort Of Experience, To Whose Grimness I Had Grown So Accustomed That I Now Took It For Granted.

Not All The Ravages Caused By Our Merciless Age Are Tangible Ones. The Subtler Forms Of Destruction, Those Involving Only The Human Spirit, Are The Most To Be Dreaded.

Every Second, Ten Stars Set Behind The Black Water In The West.

Life Is Lived Only Once. And The Less Seriously The Better.

Publishers Are Thieves, They Are On The Other Side Of The Barricade.