Stories Are The Reproductive Organs Of Language.

Every Native North American Text I've Ever Grappled With Has Taught Me Something Important About How To Live On The Continent Where I Was Born.

Typography At Its Best Is A Visual Form Of Language Linking Timelessness And Time.

In A Badly Designed Book, The Letters Mill And Stand Like Starving Horses In A Field. In A Book Designed By Rote, They Sit Like Stale Bread And Mutton On The Page. In A Well-made Book, Where Designer, Compositor And Printer Have All Done Their Jobs, No Matter How Many Thousands Of Lines And Pages, The Letters Are Alive. They Dance In Their Seats. Sometimes They Rise And Dance In The Margins And Aisles.

Drop A Word In The Ocean Of Meaning And Concentric Ripples Form. To Define A Single Word Means To Try To Catch Those Ripples. No One’s Hands Are Fast Enough.

When You Think Intensely And Beautifully, Something Happens. That Something Is Called Poetry. If You Think That Way And Speak At The Same Time, Poetry Gets In Your Mouth. If People Hear You, It Gets In Their Ears. If You Think That Way And Write At The Same Time, Then Poetry Gets Written. But Poetry Exists In Any Case. The Question Is Only: Are You Going To Take Part, And If So, How?