All Through Graduate School, Instead Of Having

We Buy Things. We Wear Them Or Put Them On Our Walls, Or Sit On Them, But Anyone Who Wants To Can Take Them Away From Us. Or Break Them. ... Long After He's Dead, Someone Else Will Own Those Stupid Little Boxes, And Then Someone After Him, Just As Someone Owned Them Before He Did. But No One Ever Thinks Of That: Objects Survive Us And Go On Living. It's Stupid To Believe We Own Them. And It's Sinful For Them To Be So Important.

A Story Begins And It Always Passes From The Subjunctive To The Declarative. And Italians Don't Seem To Care About Making A Fine Distinction Between That Which Is Speculation And That Which Is Fact.

I Find The Idea Of Vigilante Justice Very Attractive. I Like The Idea That The Murderer Decides That This Person Has Gone Too Far, And Nothing Will Happen To Him Unless She Does Something To Stop Him.

The Ending Is One Of My Blackest, Utterly Without Hope Of Any Sort.

I Have Always Had A Particular Antagonism For The Military.