I Daresay Anything Can Be Made Holy

As We Live Our Precarious Lives On The Brink Of The Void, Constantly Coming Closer To A State Of Nonbeing, We Are All Too Often Aware Of Our Fragitlity.

There Is A Spider Called Amaurobius, Which Lives In A Burrow And Has Its Young In The Late Summer, And Then It Dies When The Frosts Begin, And The Young Spiders Live Through The Cold By Eating Their Mother's Dead Body. One Can't Believe That's An Accident. I Don't Know That I Imagined God As Having Thought It All Out, But Somehow He Was Connected With The Pattern, He Was The Pattern.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness Is The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.