I was thrilled to death.

They all tell a story.

I can just lose myself in my home. It gives me a peaceful, warm feeling.

Western Attitudes Toward Death.

This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days,the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.

If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?