Reality Was Utterly Coolheaded And Utterly Lonely.

As With Marathon Runs And Lengths Of Toilet Paper, There Had To Be Standards To Measure Up To.

Something Inside Me Had Dropped Away, And Nothing Came In To Fill The Cavern.

And When You Come Back To Japan Next Summer, Let's Have That Date Or Whatever You Want To Call It. We Can Go To The Zoo Or The Botanical Garden Or The Aquarium, And Then We'll Have The Most Politically Correct And Scrumptious Omelets We Can Find.

Don't Let Thoughts Of Me Hold You Back. Just Do What You Want To Do. Otherwise, I Might End Up Taking You With Me, And That Is The One Thing I Don't Want To Do. I Don't Want To Interfere With Your Life.

Nobody's Going To Win All The Time. On The Highway Of Life You Can't Always Be In The Fast Lane.