For Weeks Tyrone Thought He Was Going

But You Cant Shut Everyone Out. I Mean You Have To Have Someone To Love. . .someone To Hold On To. . . Someone--

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.

They Luxuriated In The Feeling Of Deep And All Pervading Satisfaction, A Feeling Of Knowing Absolutely That All Was Well With The World And Them And That The World Was Not Only Their Oyster It Was Also Their Linguine With Clam Sauce. Not Only Were All Things Possible, But All Things Were Theirs.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

An Extraordinary Writer....it Is The Vastness Of Nick Tosches’ Heart That Makes It Possible To Reveal The Darkness.