He Had Never Before Felt So Self-consciously

I Was An Intimate Sort Of Child Who Never Spoke Up In Groups. I Preferred Close Friends.

Daylight Seemed Then To Be The Physical Manifestation Of Common Sense.

You Can Tell A Lot From A Person's Nails. When A Life Starts To Unravel, They're Among The First To Go.

These Memories Sustained Him, But Not So Easily. Too Often They Reminded Him Of Where He Was When He Last Summoned Them. They Lay On The Far Side Of A Great Divide In Time, As Significant As B.c. And A.d. Before Prison, Before The War, Before The Sight Of A Corpse Became A Banality.

Could It Ever Be Explained, How Matter Becomes Conscious?