The Dear, Stupid Body Is As Easily

Make Connections; Let Rip; And Dance Where You Can.

We Sleep To Time's Hurdy-gurdy; We Wake, If Ever We Wake, To The Silence Of God. And Then, When We Wake To The Deep Shores Of Time Uncreated, Then When The Dazzling Dark Breaks Over The Far Slopes Of Time, Then It's Time To Toss Things, Like Our Reason, And Our Will; Then It's Time To Break Our Necks For Home. There Are No Events But Thoughts And The Heart's Hard Turning, The Heart's Slow Learning Where To Love And Whom. The Rest Is Merely Gossip, And Tales For Other Times.

The World Knew You Before You Knew The World.

In Literary History, Generation Follows Generation In A Rage.

How We Spend Our Days Is, Of Course, How We Spend Our Lives.