Can't You See? Every Step I Have

I Tried To Continue, But Somehow My Throat Made Up Its Mind To Swallow – Though I Can’t Think What I Was Swallowing, Unless It Was A Little Knot Of Emotion I Pushed Back Down Because There Was No Room In My Face For Any More.

It's Less A Matter Of Looking The Other Way Than Of Closing Our Eyes To What We Can't Stop From Happening.

Of Course, A Sign Doesn't Mean Anything Unless You Know How To Interpret It.

Memoirs Give The Knowledge About The Author And His Environment. They Are Different From Biography. Memoirs Do Not Get Ahead, And The Man Who Writes A Biography Looks At His Future Like At A Very Simple Thing.

Autobiography, If There Really Is Such A Thing, Is Like Asking A Rabbit To Tell Us What He Looks Like Hopping Through The Grasses Of The Field. How Would He Know? If We Want To Hear About The Field On The Other Hand, No One Is In A Better Circumstance To Tell Us-so Long As We Keep In Mind That We Are Missing All Those Things The Rabbit Was In No Position To Observe.