Who Wrote That? #12

“Tomorrow I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.”

“Hog Butcher for the World,

“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”

“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

“So it goes…”

“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.”

“Ever’body’s askin’ that. ‘What we comin’ to?’ Seems to me we don’t never come to nothin’. Always on the way.”

“You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.”