Time Is Not A Road - It

People Who Teach You Cram Old Ideas, Old Views, Old Ways, Into You. Like Covering Plants With Layer After Layer Of Old Earth; It's No Wonder The Poor Things So Rarely Come Up Fresh And Green.

They're Beautiful. But Sad.' Everything's Sad If You Make It So, I Said.

If Anything Might Hurt Her, Silence Would; And I Wanted To Hurt Her.

The Battle Was Over. Our Casualties Were Some Thirteen Thousand Killed--thirteen Thousand Minds, Memories, Loves, Sensations, Worlds, Universes--because The Human Mind Is More A Universe Than The Universe Itself--and All For A Few Hundred Yards Of Useless Mud.

Art Is A Statement Of One In The Face Of All; Not A Statement By One For The Use Of All.