Justice Itself Is A Chimera, A Delusion.

It Was Like They Waited To Tell Each Other Things That Had Never Been Told Before. What She Had To Say Was Terrible And Afraid. But What He Would Tell Her Was So True That It Would Make Everything All Right. Maybe It Was A Thing That Could Not Be Spoken With Words Or Writing. Maybe He Would Have To Let Her Understand This In A Different Way. That Was The Feeling She Had With Him.

There Are Those Who Know And Those Who Don't Know. And For Every Ten Thousand Who Don't Know There's Only One Who Knows. That's The Miracle Of All Time--the Fact That These Millions Know So Much But Don't Know This.

Once You Have Lived With Another, It Is A Great Torture To Have To Live Alone.

I Must Go Home Periodically To Renew My Sense Of Horror.

There Is No Stillness Like The Quiet Of The First Cold Nights In The Fall.