It's Risky To Talk About One's Most

Anyway, Solitary People Interest Me. There Are So Many Different Ways Of Being Solitary.' 'i Know Just What You Mean,' Said X. 'i Know Exactly What You're Going To Say. Different Kinds Of Solitude. Enforced Solitude And Voluntary Solitude.' 'quite,' Said Viktoria. 'there's No Need To Go Into It Further. But When People Understand One Another Without Speaking, It Can Often Leave Them With Very Little To Talk About, Don't You Think?

Lie On The Bridge And Watch The Water Flowing Past. Or Run, Or Wade Through The Swamp In Your Red Boots. Or Roll Yourself Up And Listen To The Rain Falling On The Roof. It's Very Easy To Enjoy Yourself.

I Mean, Anyone Can Let Danger Out But The Really Clever Thing Is Finding Somewhere For It To Go Afterwards.

One Makes A Trip By Day, But By Night One Sets Out On A Journey.

Before We Left, Grandmother Talked A Lot About The Arctic Night We Would Fly Through. 'isn't It A Mystical Word, "arctic"? Pure And Quite Hard. And Meridians. Isn't That Pretty? We're Going To Fly Along Them, Faster Than The Light Can Follow Us... Time Won't Be Able To Catch Us.