One Joins The Movement In A Valueless

One Joins The Movement In A Valueless World, Choosing It, Till Both Hurler And The Hurled, One Moves As Well, Always Toward, Toward.

We Control The Content Of Our Dreams.

I Haven't Written Anything In Four Years. I'm Sort Of Dried Up.

The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate Candor And Secrecy Inside The Skin.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.