The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over

One Cup Poured Into Another Makes Different Waters; Tears Shed By One Eye Would Blind If Wept Into Another's Eye. The Breast We Strike In Joy Is Not The Breast We Strike In Pain; Any Man's Smile Would Be Consternation On Another's Mouth.

I Couldn't Ever Boil Potatoes Over The Heat Of Your Affection. Your Love Would Never Bridge A Gap; It Wouldn't Even Fill Up The Hole That The Mice Came Through.

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.

The Whole World Is Nothing But A Noise, As Hot As The Inside Of A Tiger's Mouth. They Call It Civilization - That Is A Lie! But Some Day You May Have To Go Out, Someone Will Try To Take You Out, And You Will Not Understand Them Or What They Are Saying, Unless You Understand Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, Then You Will Manage.

Matthew,' She Said, 'have You Ever Loved Someone And It Became Yourself?' For A Moment He Did Not Answer. Taking Up The Decanter He Held It To The Light. 'robin Can Go Anywhere, Do Anything,' Nora Continued, 'because She Forgets, And I Nowhere Because I Remember.' She Came Toward Him. 'matthew,' She Said, 'you Think I Have Always Been Like This. Once I Was Remorseless, But This Is Another Love — It Goes Everywhere; There Is No Place For It To Stop — It Rots Me Away.