Starting A Novel Is Opening A Door

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.

Between Saying And Doing, Many A Pair Of Shoes Is Worn Out.

We Defend Ourselves By Descriptions And Tame The World By Generalizing.

As We Live Our Precarious Lives On The Brink Of The Void, Constantly Coming Closer To A State Of Nonbeing, We Are All Too Often Aware Of Our Fragitlity.

I Feel Half Faded Away Like Some Figure In The Background Of An Old Picture.