Nothing To Be Done Really About Animals.

When You Suffer An Attack Of Nerves You're Being Attacked By The Nervous System. What Chance Has A Man Got Against A System?.

An Idea Is An Eye Given By God For The Seeing Of God. Some Of These Eyes We Cannot Bear To Look Out Of; We Blind Them As Quickly As Possible.

A Map Is The Dead Body Of Where You've Been. A Map Is The Unborn Baby Of Where You're Going. There Are No Maps. Maps Are Pictures Of What Isn't.

There Is A Tiger In My Room,' Said Frances. 'did He Bite You?' Said Father. 'no,' Said Frances. 'did He Scratch You?' Said Mother. 'no,' Said Frances. 'then He Is A Friendly Tiger,' Said Father. 'he Will Not Hurt You. Go Back To Sleep.

An Ordinary Mirror Is Silvered At The Back But The Window Of The Night Train Has Darkness Behind The Glass. My Face And The Faces Of Other Travellers Were Now Mirrored On This Darkness In A Succession Of Stillnesses. Consider This, Said The Darkness: Any Motion At Any Speed Is A Succession Of Stillnesses; Any Section Through An Action Will Show Just Such A Plane Of Stillness As This Dark Window In Which Your Seeking Face Is Mirrored. And In Each Plane Of Stillness Is The Moment Of Clarity That Makes You Responsible For What You Do.