I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g'

We Are Like Sculptors, Constantly Carving Out Of Others The Image We Long For, Need, Love Or Desire, Often Against Reality, Against Their Benefit, And Always, In The End, A Disappointment, Because It Does Not Fit Them.

He Had A Mania For Washing And Disinfecting Himself. . . . For Him The Only Danger Came From The Microbes That Attacked The Body. He Had Not Studied The Microbe Of Conscience Which Eats Into The Soul.

Don't Let One Cloud Obliterate The Whole Sky.

In Music I Feel Most Deeply The Passing Of Things.

I Seek The Real Stuff Of Life. Profound Drama.