It's your world, but I make my way in it. At fifteen, no, I couldn't stand up to you. The age of illusions, when we know nothing, we hope for everything; we're wandering in a mist ... And the half of the world that's never had any use for us, suddenl...
I heard him sweeping with the broom, and then he suddenly stopped. I had obviously got his attention, and he was looking. I thought. I liked the sound of that silence. Do you know what I mean? Have you heard that silence yourself? I love that silence...
The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and of bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays her hand upon our fevered head, and t...
