My Mother Once Told Me I Was

Every Man Has His Destiny. But Who Needs To Go To A Fortune-teller To Find It? Do I Go To A Chef To Find Out If I'm Hungry?

What An Unbearable Sorrow It Would Be, To Realized I'd Never Really Tasted To Things I'd Eaten, Or Seen The Places I'd Been. What Life Would I Have? I Would Be Like The Dancer Who Had Practiced Since Childhood For A Performance She Would Never Give.

You Know, The Men Go To Tea Houses With The Expectation That They Will Have A Nice Quiet Evening And Not Read About It The Next Morning In The Newspaper.

This Is Why Dreams Can Be Such Dangerous Things: They Smolder On Like A Fire Does, And Sometimes They Consume Us Completely.

The Corridor Couldn't Have Smelled More Strongly Of Fish Guts If We Had Actually Been Inside A Fish.