…my Solitude Is My Treasure, The Best

Autobiographies Tell More Lies Than All But The Most Self-indulgent Fiction.

No Mere Human Can Stand In A Fire And Not Be Consumed.

We Two Remake Our World By Naming It / Together, Knowing What Words Mean For Us / And For The Other For Whom Current Coin / Is Cold Speech - But We Say, The Tree, The Pool, / And See The Fire In The Air, The Sun, Our Sun, / Anybody's Sun, The World's Sun, But Here, Now / Particularly Our Sun.

There Is A Certain Aesthetic Pleasure In Trying To Imagine The Unimaginable And Failing, If You Are A Reader.

I Am A Creature Of My Pen. My Pen Is The Best Of Me.