One Writes Because One Has Been Touched

Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which We See Our Own Lives.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

In Their Effort To Divorce Language And Experience, Deconstructionist Critics Remind Me Of Middle-class Parents Who Do Not Allow Their Children To Play In The Street.

When People Ask Me How To Find Happiness In Life I Tell Them, First Learn How To Cook.