If You Could Have A Book Called

Clouds Are Poems, And The Most Moving Poems Linger On The Blackboard So Long, Written In Cursive So Lovely, They Also Exist Inside Our Fingertips. We Never Really Erase Them At The End Of The Lesson.

There Is Some Reason, Obviously, That You Are Drawn To Your Material, But The Way In Which You Explore It Might Come To Be Quite Different From What You Would Expect.

It Seems To Me That The Problem With Diaries, And The Reason That Most Of Them Are So Boring, Is That Every Day We Vacillate Between Examining Our Hangnails And Speculating On Cosmic Order.

Any Life Will Seem Dramatic If You Omit Mention Of Most Of It.

I Think That I'm Serious, But I Don't Think That I'm Inordinately Bleak.