Each Thing Implies The Universe.

The Worst Labyrinth Is Not That Intricate Form That Can Entrap Us Forever, But A Single And Precise Straight Line

Beyond My Anxiety, Beyond This Writing, The Universe Waits, Inexhaustible, Inviting.

Poetry Springs From Something Deeper; It's Beyond Intelligence.

Of All Man’s Instruments, The Most Wondrous, No Doubt, Is The Book. The Other Instruments Are Extensions Of His Body. The Microscope, The Telescope, Are Extensions Of His Sight; The Telephone Is The Extension Of His Voice; Then We Have The Plow And The Sword, Extensions Of The Arm. But The Book Is Something Else Altogether: The Book Is An Extension Of Memory And Imagination.

Censorship Is The Mother Of Metaphor.