I Would Like To Carve

It Just Happened. As Though A Moment Comes When It's Both Necessary And Natural To Make A Decision That Has Long Since Been Made.

And Boucard Desisted, Probably Because Like Everyone Else He Was Deeply Impressed By This Man Who Had Laid All Ghosts, Who Had Lost All Shadows, And Who Stared You In The Eyes With Cold Serenity.

I Saw Mussolini Tirelessly Contemplate A Parade Of Thousands Of Young Men.

I Am At Home Everywhere, And Nowhere. I Am Never A Stranger And I Never Quite Belong.

We Live In A Time When Writers Do Not Always Have Barriers Around Them