It Is A Sad Day When One

I Never Killed Anybody And I Never Developed An Intense Level Of Hatred For The Enemy. Because My War Ended Before I Ever Put On A Uniform; I Was On Active Duty All My Time At School; I Killed My Enemy There.

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.

There Are Simply More Young People Than There Ever Were. You Get This Feeling Of Strength. Also, Large Numbers Can Be A Drawback, Making It Difficult To Lose One's Anonymity.

Teenagers Today Are More Free To Be Themselves And To Accept Themselves.

But I Was Used To Finding Something Deadly In Things That Attracted Me; There Was Always Something Deadly Lurking In Anything I Wanted, Anything I Loved.