In General Confusion Youth Recognizes Itself And

Literature Remains Alive Only If We Set Ourselves Immeasurable Goals, Far Beyond All Hope Of Achievement. Only If Poets And Writers Set Themselves Tasks That No One Else Dares Imagine Will Literature Continue To Have A Function.

In Abortion, The Person Who Is Massacred, Physically And Morally, Is The Woman.

Myth Is The Hidden Part Of Every Story, The Buried Part, The Region That Is Still Unexplored Because There Are As Yet No Words To Enable Us To Get There. Myth Is Nourished By Silence As Well As By Words.

Reading Is Going Toward Something That Is About To Be, And No One Yet Knows What It Will Be.

Each Sort Of Cheese Reveals A Pasture Of A Different Green, Under A Different Sky.