Dreams Say What They Mean, But They

Some Things Arrive In Their Own Mysterious Hour, On Their Own Terms And Not Yours, To Be Seized Or Relinquished Forever.

Much Of The Activity We Think Of As Writing Is, Actually, Getting Ready To Write.

The More You Respect And Focus On The Singular And The Strange, The More You Become Aware Of The Universal And Infinite.

The Act Of Longing For Something Will Always Be More Intense Than The Requiting Of It.

I Believe That Dreams Transport Us Through The Underside Of Our Days, And That If We Wish To Become Acquainted With The Dark Side Of What We Are, The Signposts Are There, Waiting For Us To Translate Them.