It Was Not An Adventure; It Was

The Memory Of My Father Is Wrapped Up In White Paper, Like Sandwiches Taken For A Day Of Work. Just As A Magician Takes Towers And Rabbits Out Of His Hat, He Drew Love From His Small Body.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

Behind All This, Some Great Happiness Is Hiding.

There Are Two Languages: One As Things Seem To Us And The Other Of Knowledge.

Jerusalem Is A Port City On The Shore Of Eternity.