Find A Pile Of Gold And Sit

So Childhood Too Feels Good At First, Before One Happens To Notice The Terrible Sameness, Age After Age.

We Read Five Words On The First Page Of A Really Good Novel And We Begin To Forget That We Are Reading Printed Words On A Page; We Begin To See Images.

When I Was A Child I Truly Loved: Unthinking Love As Calm And Deep As The North Sea. But I Have Lived, And Now I Do Not Sleep.

I Cannot Believe Such Monstrous Energy Of Grief Can Lead To Nothing!

Poor Grendel's Had An Accident. So May You All.