Perhaps I Am A Bear, Or Some

Can One Make The Future A Substitute For The Present? And What Guarantee Have We That The Future Will Be Any Better If We Neglect The Present?

Fame Is A Kind Of Death Because It Arrests Life Around The Person In The Public Eye.

What Release To Write So That One Forgets Oneself, Forgets One's Companion, Forgets Where One Is Or What One Is Going To Do Next To Be Drenched In Sleep Or In The Sea. Pencils And Pads And Curling Blue Sheets Alive With Letters Heap Up On The Desk.

Rivers Perhaps Are The Only Physical Features Of The World That Are At Their Best From The Air.

And One Perfect Day Can Give Clues For A More Perfect Life.