I Watched Her Face Switch Among The

Poetry Had Everything To Teach Me About Life.

What An Odd, Ruminating, Noisy, Self-interrupting Conversation We Conduct With Ourselves From Birth To Death.

When I Set A Glass Prism On A Windowsill And Allow The Sun To Flood Through It, A Spectrum Of Colors Dances On The Floor. What We Call "white" Is A Rainbow Of Colored Rays Packed Into A Small Space. The Prism Sets Them Free. Love Is The White Light Of Emotion.

There Are Well-dressed Foolish Ideas Just As There Are Well-dressed Fools.

For If I Do Something, I Never Do It Thoughtlessly.