And An Equation Is The Same Whether

I Think It's Possible To Be Multi-rooted, Rather Like A Banyan Tree, Without Being Deracinated.

Poetry, I Think, Intensifies The Reader's Experience. If It's A Humorous Facet Of The Story, Poetry Makes It More Exuberant. If It's A Sad Facet, Poetry Can Make It More Poignant.

Every Object Strives For Its Proper Place. A Book Seeks To Be Near Its Truest Admirer. Just As This Helpless Moth Seeks To Be Near The Candle That Infatuates Him.

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.