Security Is A False God.

It Was One Of The Charms Of The International Zone That You Could Get Anything You Wanted If You Paid For It. Do Anything, Too, For That Matter; - There Were No Incorruptibles. It Was Only A Question Of Price.

That Was What He Wanted, To Be Baked Dry And Hard, To Feel The Vaporous Worries Evaporating One By One, To Know Finally That All The Damp Little Doubts And Hesitations That Covered The Floor Of His Being Were Curling Up And Expiring In The Great Furnace-blast Of The Sun.

Each Time I Go To A Place I Have Not Seen Before I Hope It Will Be As Different As Possible From The Places I Already Know. I Assume It Is Natural For A Traveler To Seek Diversity, And That It Is The Human Element That Makes Him Most Aware Of Difference. If People And Their Manner Of Living Were Alike Everywhere, There Would Not Be Much Point In Moving From One Place To Another.

Everyone Is Isolated From Everyone Else. The Concept Of Society Is Like A Cushion To Protect Us From The Knowledge Of That Isolation. A Fiction That Serves As An Anesthetic.

Every Second, Ten Stars Set Behind The Black Water In The West.