He Stole Horses' You'll Say To Yourself,

Life And Death Do Not Wait For Legal Action.

Dead Men Tell No Tales, Mary.

He Was Like Someone Sleeping Who Woke Suddenly And Found The World...all The Beauty Of It, And The Sadness Too. The Hunger And The Thirst. Everything He Had Never Thought About Or Known Was There Before Him, And Magnified Into One Person Who By Chance, Or Fate--call It What You Will--happened To Be Me.

How Simple Life Becomes When Things Like Mirrors Are Forgotten.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.