I Am Haunted By Interrupted Acts, Introspective

The Fear Of Poetry Is An Indication That We Are Cut Off From Our Own Reality.

One Writes In Order To Feel.

If We Look Long Enough And Hard Enough ... We Will Begin To See The Connections That Bind Us Together, And When We Recognize Those Connections, We Will Begin To Change The World.

Those Who Speak Of Our Culture As Dead Or Dying Have A Quarrel With Life, And I Think They Cannot Understand Its Terms, But Must Endlessly Repeat The Projection Of Their Own Desires.

I Think There Is A Choice Possible To Us At Any Moment, As Long As We Live. But There Is No Sacrifice. There Is A Choice, And The Rest Falls Away. Second Choice Does Not Exist. Beware Of Those Who Talk About Sacrifice.