It Is A Sad Day

There Was No Harm In Taking Aim, Even If The Target Was A Dream.

It Was Hard To Remember In The Heavy And Sensual Clarity Of These Mornings; I Forgot Whom I Hated And Who Hated Me. I Wanted To Break Out Crying From Stabs Of Hopeless Joy, Or Intolerable Promise, Or Because These Mornings Were Too Full Of Beauty For Me, Because I Knew Of Too Much Hate To Be Contained In A World Like This.

Always Say Some Prayers At Night Because It Might Turn Out That There Is A God.

It Is A Sad Day When One Looks Back And Sees That His Largest Regrets Have Become Some Of The Most Integral Elements Of His Dreams.

All Of Them, All Except Phineas, Constructed At Infinite Cost To Themselves These Maginot Lines Against This Enemy They Thought They Saw Across The Frontier, This Enemy Who Never Attacked That Way-if He Ever Attacked At All; If He Was Indeed The Enemy.