What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty

Like A Kid Kicked Out Of Class. Humiliated And Free.

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

No Matter Where I Was, My Compass Pointed West. I Would Always Know What Time It Was In California.

In A Train...smash. In His Arm Her Last...breath.' He Had Loved Her. But He Hated Himself More. Such Suffering, So Much Pain. And He Thought It Made Him Hateful. As If Suffering Was Shameful, Disgusting, As If Pain Were A Crime. Who Can Judge Another Man's Suffering?

A Book's Flaws Make It Less Predictable.