Time Is Born In The Eyes, Everybody

She Would Smile And Show No Surprise, Convinced As She Was, The Same As I, That Casual Meetings Are Apt To Be Just The Opposite, And That People Who Make Dates Are The Same Kind Who Need Lines On Their Writing Paper, Or Who Always Squeeze Up From The Bottom On A Tube Of Toothpaste.

Happy Was She Who Could Believe Without Seeing, Who Was At One With The Duration And Continuity Of Life.

Time Is Born In The Eyes, Everybody Knows That.

For Me The Thing That Signals A Great Story Is What We Might Call Its Autonomy, The Fact That It Detaches Itself From Its Author Like A Soap Bubble Blown From A Clay Pipe.

In Quoting Others, We Cite Ourselves.