Time Is The School In Which We

Even Paranoids Have Real Enemies.

Each Minute Bursts In The Burning Room,the Great Globe Reels In The Solar Fire,spinning The Trivial And Unique Away.(how All Things Flash! How All Things Flare!)what Am I Now That I Was Then?may Memory Restore Again And Againthe Smallest Color Of The Smallest Day:time Is The School In Which We Learn,time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

Love Is The Most Difficult And Dangerous Form Of Courage. Courage Is The Most Desperate, Admirable And Noble Kind Of Love.

Time Is The School In Which We Learn, Time Is The Fire In Which We Burn.

I Admired My Father Very Much... At The Age Of Sixteen. But Now I See That He Was A Brutal And Cruel Man, - But Not Without Remorse, And That Was What Tortured Us, His Alternations.