I Closed The Box And Put It

This Book Is Called "blue Nights" Because At The Time I Began It I Found My Mind Turning Increasingly To Illness, To The End Of Promise, The Dwindling Of The Days,the Inevitability Of The Fading, The Dying Of The Brightness. Blue Nights Are The Opposite Of The Dying Of The Brightness, But They Are Also Its Warning.

Memory Fades, Memory Adjusts, Memory Conforms To What We Think We Remember.

Some Of Us Who Live In Arid Parts Of The World Think About Water With A Reverence Others Might Find Excessive.

I Don't Write For Catharsis; I Have To Write To Understand.

You Aren't Sure If You're Making The Right Decision - About Anything, Ever.