Dusk Was Falling Quickly. It Was Just

It Always Gets Late With You. - Is That A Compliment?

How Easy It Was To Lie When One Had To Lie!

January. It Was All Things. And It Was One Thing, Like A Solid Door. Its Cold Sealed The City In A Gray Capsule. January Was Moments, And January Was A Year. January Rained The Moments Down, And Froze Them In Her Memory: [...]every Human Action Seemed To Yield A Magic. January Was A Two-faced Month, Jangling Like Jester's Bells, Crackling Like Snow Crust, Pure As Any Beginning, Grim As An Old Man, Mysteriously Familiar Yet Unknown, Like A Word One Can Almost But Not Quite Define.

For Neither Life Nor Nature Cares If Justice Is Ever Done Or Not.

That Wasn't A Bad Price For A First Book. My Agent Upped It As Much As Possible. I Was 27 And Had Nothing Behind Me. I Was Working Like A Fool To Earn A Living And Pay For My Apartment