My Most Important Problem Was Destroying The

No Matter What You Do This Year Or In The Next Hundred, You Will Be Dead Forever.

Morality, Too, Is A Question Of Time.

More Than Mother And Son, They Were Accomplices In Solitude.

Perhaps This Is What The Stories Meant When They Called Somebody Heartsick. Your Heart And Your Stomach And Your Whole Insides Felt Empty And Hollow And Aching.

In The End All Books Are Written For Your Friends.