And Your Dinner For The Orchestra Officials."

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

When Will Graham Could Open His Right Eye, He Saw The Clock And Knew Where He Was- An Intensive-care Unit. He Knew To Watch The Clock. Its Movement Assured Him That This Was Passing, Would Pass. That's What It Was There For.

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.

What Does He Do, Clarice? What Is The First And Principal Thing He Does, What Need Does He Serve By Killing? He Covets. How Do We Begin To Covet? We Begin By Coveting What We See Every Day.

When The Fox Hears The Rabbit Scream He Comes A-runnin', But Not To Help.