I've Never Been A Teacher In My

You're Wonderful. Unique. I Love You.

Maybe The Older You Grow And The Less Easy It Is To Put Thought Into Action, Maybe That’s Why It Gets All Locked Up In Your Head And Becomes A Burden.

So The Days, The Last Days, Blow About In A Memory, Hazy Autumnal, All Alike As Leaves: Until A Day Unlike Any Other I've Lived

Sometimes When I Think How Good My Book Can Be, I Can Hardly Breathe.

It Was The Most Haunting Room I've Ever Seen. Because You Know What's In It? All The Left­overs, All The Paraphernalia That The Different Condemned Men Had Had With Them In The "holding" Cells.