Human Beings Want To Know Too Much

Human Beings Want To Know Too Much Abut Each Other, And That's Why There Are So Many Lies.

For Those Without Money, The Road To The Treasure House Of The Imagination Begins At The Public Library.

There Is A Growing Feeling That Perhaps Texas Is Really Another Country, A Place Where The Skies, The Disasters, The Diamonds, The Politicians, The Women, The Fortunes, The Football Players And The Murders Are All Bigger Than Anywhere Else.

Just Like That. Gone Forever. They Will Not Grow Old Together. They Will Never Live On A Beach By The Sea, Their Hair Turned White, Dancing In A Living Room To Billie Holiday Or Nat Cole. They Will Not Enter A New York Club At Midnight And Show The Poor Hip-hop Fools How To Dance. They Will Not Chuckle Together Over The Endless Folly Of The World, Its Vanities And Stupid Ambitions. They Will Not Hug Each Other In Any Chilly New York Dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My Baby. My Love.

In The End, The Only Thing The True New Yorker Knows About New York Is That It Is Unknowable.