Words Have A Life; Without Response They

There Is A Tiger In My Room,' Said Frances. 'did He Bite You?' Said Father. 'no,' Said Frances. 'did He Scratch You?' Said Mother. 'no,' Said Frances. 'then He Is A Friendly Tiger,' Said Father. 'he Will Not Hurt You. Go Back To Sleep.

Is There An Existence That Is Only Mine?

Words Have A Life; Without Response They Die.

An Ordinary Mirror Is Silvered At The Back But The Window Of The Night Train Has Darkness Behind The Glass. My Face And The Faces Of Other Travellers Were Now Mirrored On This Darkness In A Succession Of Stillnesses. Consider This, Said The Darkness: Any Motion At Any Speed Is A Succession Of Stillnesses; Any Section Through An Action Will Show Just Such A Plane Of Stillness As This Dark Window In Which Your Seeking Face Is Mirrored. And In Each Plane Of Stillness Is The Moment Of Clarity That Makes You Responsible For What You Do.

The Sign Said 'the Green Turtle, Chelonia Myadas, Is The Source Of Turtle Soup....' I Am The Source Of William G. Soup If It Comes To That. Everyone Is The Source Of His Or Her Kind Of Soup. In A Town As Big As London, That's A Lot Of Soup Walking Around.