Sometimes The Only Thing You Could Do

Writing Is The Most Fun You Can Have By Yourself.

You See The Lighted Windows And What You Want To Think Is That There May Be Many Interesting Stories Behind Them, But What You Know Is That Really There Are Just Dull, Dull Souls, Mere Consumers Of Food, Who Think Their Instincts Are Emotions And Their Tiny Lives Of More Account Than A Whisper Of Wind.

Granny Knew All About Bad Fortune-telling. It Was Harder Than The Real Thing. You Needed A Good Imagination.

Some Shadows Are So Long, They Arrive Before The Light.

People's Whole Lives Do Pass In Front Of Their Eye Before They Die. The Process Is Called "living".