Language Is One Of The Thin Walls

... I Used Words Without Precautions. I Wanted To Disappear Into Them, I Fled Into The Bovaryism Of The Writer Trying To Create An Effect.

All Pornography Is To A Degree Sadistic - Inevitably.

As Often As Not Our Whole Self...engages Itself In The Most Trivial Of Things, The Shape Of A Particular Hill, A Road In The Town In Which We Lived As Children, The Movement Of Wind In Grass. The Things We Shall Take With Us When We Die Will Nearly All Be Small Things.

Language Is Memory And Metaphor.

For What I Have Received May The Lord Make Me Truly Thankful. And More Truly For What I Have Not Received.