Under The Force Of The Imagination, Nature

The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had Wearied Me.

There Is No Humiliation Worse Than The Consciousness Of A Wasted Life. It Stains The Spirit, Forestalls Hope, And Destroys Any Motive For Action Or Change.

Murderers Will Try To Recall The Sequence Of Events, They Will Remember Exactly What They Did Just Before And Just After. But They Can Never Remember The Actual Moment Of Killing. This Is Why They Will Always Leave A Clue.

And When I Was Young, Did I Ever Tell You, I Always Wanted To Get Inside A Book And Never Come Out Again? I Loved Reading So Much I Wanted To Be A Part Of It, And There Were Some Books I Could Have Stayed In For Ever.

He Stood Beneath The White Tower, And Looked Up At It With That Mournful Expression Which His Face Always Carried In Repose: For One Moment He Thought Of Climbing Up Its Cracked And Broken Stone, And Then From Its Summit Screaming Down At The Silent City As A Child Might Scream At A Chained Animal.