So We Found The End Of Our

The Gash In Its Throat Was Shocking, But Not Pathetic.

You Solve It As You Get Older, When You Reach The Point Where You've Tasted So Much That You Can Somehow Sacrifice Certain Things More Easily, And You Have A More Tolerant View Of Things Like Possessiveness (your Own) And A Broader Acceptance Of The Pains And The Losses.

The Real Mystery Is This Strange Need. Why Can't We Just Hide It And Shut Up? Why Do We Have To Blab? Why Do Human Beings Need To Confess?

The Progress Of Any Writer Is Marked By Those Moments When He Manages To Outwit His Own Inner Police System.

Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen. Night Passed.