I Read To Be Taken

Her Fluency Was Marvelous. She Would Say Things At Random, Intricate, Flamelike, Or Slide Off Into A Parenthetical Limbo Peppered With Fireworks-- Admirable Linguistic Feats Which A Practiced Writer Might Struggle For Hours To Achieve.

But You Can’t Put Fight Into A Man’s Guts If He Hasn’t Any Fight In Him. There Are Some Of Us So Cowardly That You Can’t Ever Make Heroes Of Us, Not Even If You Frighten Us To Death. We Know Too Much, Maybe. There Are Some Of Us Who Don’t Live In The Moment, Who Live A Little Ahead, Or A Little Behind.

I Like The One About The Little Soulworms That Fly Out Of The Nest For The Resurrection.

The World Dies Over And Over Again, But The Skeleton Always Gets Up And Walks.

I Am Of The Order Whose Purpose Is Not To Teach The World A Lesson But To Explain That School Is Over.