I've Read There Is No Such Thing

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.

...history It Seemed Could Be Something Entirely Different A Splash Of Blood Whose Agony Didn't Fade Overnight Or Over Centuries.

The Very Worst Impulses Of Humankind Can Survive Generations, Centuries, Even Millennia. And The Best Of Our Individual Efforts Can Die With Us At The End Of A Single Lifetime.

I Believe In Walking Out Of A Museum Before The Paintings You've Seen Begin To Run Together. How Else Can You Carry Anything Away With You In Your Mind's Eye?

What Comes To Your Mind When You Think Of The Word Transylvania, If You Ponder It At All? What Comes To My Mind Are Mountains Of Savage Beauty, Ancient Castles, Werewolves, And Witches - A Land Of Magical Obscurity. How, In Short, Am I To Believe I Will Still Be In Europe, On Entering Such A Realm? I Shall Let You Know If It's Europe Or Fairyland, When I Get There. First, Snagov - I Set Out Tomorrow.