Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.

Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.

After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, sometimes it's a fine day isn't it? Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow.

I am the only real truth I know.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

I have tried," I said, "but he does not believe me. It is too late for that now" (it is always too late for truth, I thought).