The Cynic Is A Coward. He Foresees

The Possession Of Knowledge Does Not Kill The Sense Of Wonder And Mystery. There Is Always More Mystery.

There Is Not One Big Cosmic Meaning For All, There Is Only The Meaning We Each Give To Our Life, An Individual Meaning, An Individual Plot, Like An Individual Novel, A Book For Each Person.

I Adore The Struggle You Carry In Yourself. I Adore Your Terrifying Sincerity.

We Write To Taste Life Twice, In The Moment, And In Retrospection.

Sexual Intercourse... A Joyous, Joyous, Joyous, Joyous Impaling Of Woman On Man's Sensual Mast.