Today Is Only One Day In All

Nobody Knows What's In Him Until He Tries To Pull It Out. If There's Nothing, Or Very Little, The Shock Can Kill A Man.

I Had Gone To No Such Place But To The Smoke Of Cafes And Nights When The Room Whirled And You Needed To Look At The Wall To Make It Stop, Nights In Bed, Drunk, When You Knew That That Was All There Was, And The Strange Excitement Of Waking And Not Knowing Who It Was With You, And The World All Unreal In The Dark And So Exciting That You Must Resume Again Unknowing And Not Caring In The Night, Sure That This Was All And All And All And Not Caring.

Mice: What Is The Best Early Training For A Writer? Y.c.: An Unhappy Childhood.

For What Are We Born If Not To Aid One Another?

The Things Of The Night Cannot Be Explained In The Day, Because They Do Not Then Exist.