If You Break Little Promises,

The Man Smiled At Him A Sly Smile. As If They Knew A Secret Between Them, These Two. Something Of Age And Youth And Their Claims And The Justice Of Those Claims. And Of Their Claims Upon Them. The World Past, The World To Come. Their Common Transciencies. Above All A Knowing Deep In The Bone That Beauty And Loss Are One.

Notions Of Chance And Fate Are The Preoccupations Of Men Engaged In Rash Undertakings.

For The Poor Any Choice Was A Gift With Two Faces.

At One Time In The World There Were Woods That No One Owned

I Got What I Needed Instead Of What I Wanted And That's Just About The Best Kind Of Luck You Can Have.