I Simply Adore Being Alone - I

Go Rich In Poverty. Go Rich In Poetry. This Nothingness Is Plentitude.

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

Innocence Is Not Pure So Much As Pleased, Always Expectant, Bright-eyed, Self-enclosed

Revision Is Not Going Back And Fussing Around, But Going Forward Into The Process Of Creation

If I Were To Choose One Single Thing That That Would Restore Paris To The Senses, It Would Be That Strangely Sweet, Unhealthy Smell Of The Métro, So Very Unlike The Dank Cold Or The Stuffy Heat Of Subways In New York.