I'm Just Not A Natural Teacher.

I Have Never Been Much Of A Patriot. My Father Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing While He Lived, And His Death Insured That His Wish Was Carried Out. Piter Commanded Far More Affection And Loyalty From Me Than The Nation As A Whole. But That Night, Running Across The Unplowed Fields Of Winter Wheat, With The Fascist Invaders Behind Us And The Dark Russian Woods Before Us, I Felt A Surge Of Pure Love For My Country. We Ran For The Forest, Crashing Through The Stalks Of Wheat, Beneath The Rising Moon And The Stars Spinning Farther And Farther Away, Alone Beneath The Godless Sky.

That's Our Plan? We're Going To Walk Fifty Kilometers, Right Past The Germans, To A Poultry Collective That Maybe Didn't Get Burned Down, Grab A Dozen Eggs, And Come Home?" "well, Anything Would Sound Ridiculous If Said It In That Tone Of Voice." "tone Of....i'm Asking You A Question!

I'll Tell You A Secret. Something They Don't Teach You In Your Temple. The Gods Envy Us. They Envy Us Because We're Mortal, Because Any Moment Might Be Our Last. Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

She Leaned Forward And Kissed Me On The Lips. He Mouth Was Cold, Her Lips Rough From The Winter Wind, And If The Mystics Are Right And We Are Doomed To Repeat Our Squalid Lives Ad Infinitum, At Least I Will Always Return To That Kiss

I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily. Their Brains Must Be Cleaner, The Floorboards Of The Skull Well Swept, All The Little Monsters Closed Up In A Steamer Trunk At The Foot Of The Bed.