I Am Only Responsible For My Own

He Understands My Pity For His Ridiculous, Humiliating Physical Necessity.

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

New York Has An Electronic Heart.

Introspection Is A Devouring Monster. You Have To Feed It With Much Material, Much Experience, Many People, Many Places, Many Loves, Many Creations, And Then It Ceases Feeding On You.

It Is The Function Of Art To Renew Our Perception. What We Are Familiar With We Cease To See. The Writer Shakes Up The Familiar Scene, And, As If By Magic, We See A New Meaning In It.