I Never Killed Anybody And I Never

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him.

I Felt That I Was Not, Never Had Been And Never Would Be A Living Part Of This Overpoweringly Solid And Deeply Meaningful World Around Me.

It Was Demeaning To Scrape Affection From Virtually Everyone You Encountered. That Was Immature.

It Was Hard To Remember In The Heavy And Sensual Clarity Of These Mornings; I Forgot Whom I Hated And Who Hated Me. I Wanted To Break Out Crying From Stabs Of Hopeless Joy, Or Intolerable Promise, Or Because These Mornings Were Too Full Of Beauty For Me, Because I Knew Of Too Much Hate To Be Contained In A World Like This.

There Are Special, Strange Gifted People In The World And They Have To Be Treated With Understanding