I Gotta Use Words To Talk To

The Communication Of The Dead Is Tongued With Fire Beyond The Language Of The Living.

The Last Thing One Discovers In Composing A Work Is What To Put First.

In A World Of Fugitives The One Who Stays Home Will Seem To Be Running Away

It Is Only In The World Of Objects That We Have Time And Space And Selves.

There Is No Absolute Point Of View From Which Real And Ideal Can Be Finally Separated And Labelled.