When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.

Let me tell you about my day. I get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. At 8:30 am, I leave the house and I arrive at my office at 8:37. I stay in the office until 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I get in my Porsche and I'm home at 2:03 because the one-way streets make it faster for me to drive. And between 8:36 am and 2 pm, I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.

It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.

And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.