I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust.

San Francisco Is Gone. Nothing Remains Of It But Memories.

I Would Rather Be Ashes Than Dust.

To Be Able To Forget Means Sanity.

The Loneliness Of The Man Is Slowly Being Borne In Upon Me. There Is Not A Man Aboard But Hates Or Fears Him, Nor Is There A Man Whom He Does Not Despise.

He Was Sounding The Deeps Of His Nature, And Of The Parts Of His Nature That Were Deeper Than He, Going Back Into The Womb Of Time.