I Find The Public Passion For Justice

I Have Graham Greene's Telephone Number, But I Wouldn't Dream Of Using It. I Don't Seek Out Writers Because We All Want To Be Alone.

How Was It Possible To Be Afraid And In Love... The Two Things Did Not Go Together. How Was It Possible To Be Afraid, When The Two Of Them Grew Stronger Together Every Day? And Every Night. Every Night Was Different, And Every Morning. Together They Possessed A Miracle.

The Kiss Became The Narrowed Center Of The Still Point Of The Turning World, So That Even The Park Was Turning In Comparison To The Still Peace At Their Lips.

But There Were Too Many Points At Which The Other Self Could Invade The Self He Wanted To Preserve, And There Were Too Many Forms Of Invasion: Certain Words, Sounds, Lights, Actions His Hands Or Feet Performed, And If He Did Nothing At All, Heard And Saw Nothing, The Shouting Of Some Triumphant Inner Voice That Shocked Him And Cowed Him.

I Know You Have It In You, Guy," Anne Said Suddenly At The End Of A Silence, "the Capacity To Be Terribly Happy.