Of Course I Think Of The Past

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.

I Am Not A Critic; To Me Criticism Is So Often Nothing More Than The Eye Garrulously Denouncing The Shape Of The Peephole That Gives Access To Hidden Treasure.

God, Children Know Something They Can't Tell; They Like Red Riding Hood And The Wolf In Bed!

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

I Like My Human Experience Served Up With A Little Silence And Restraint. Silence Makes Experience Go Further And, When It Does Die, Gives It That Dignity Common To A Thing One Had Touched And Not Ravished