One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground.

For things at a common destination there is a common path. Not always easy to see. But there.

Yet it is the narrative that is the life of the dream while the events themselves are often interchangeable. The events of the waking world on the other hand are forced upon us and the narrative is the unguessed axis along which they must be strung.