They Think My Mother's Ashes Are Marijuana.

...every Monologue Sooner Or Later Becomes A Discussion.

A Story Has No Beginning Or End: Arbitrarily One Chooses That Moment Of Experience From Which To Look Back Or From Which To Look Ahead.

I Know One Thing You Don't. I Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong. They Didn't Teach You That At School.' Rose Didn't Answer; The Woman Was Quite Right: The Two Words Meant Nothing To Her. Their Taste Was Extinguished By Stronger Foods--good And Evil.

Life Would Go Out In A 'fraction Of A Second' (that Was The Phrase), But All Night He Had Been Realizing That Time Depends On Clocks And The Passage Of Light. There Were No Clocks And The Light Wouldn't Change. Nobody Really Knew How Long A Second Of Pain Could Be. It Might Last A Whole Purgatory--or For Ever.

If You Live In A Place For Long You Cease To Read About It.