The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.

If Society Fits You Comfortably Enough, You Call It Freedom.

There Are Tones Of Voices That Mean More Than Words.

We Can Make A Little Order Where We Are, And Then The Big Sweep Of History On Which We Can Have No Effect Doesn't Overwhelm Us. We Do It With Colors, With A Garden, With The Furnishings Of A Room, Or With Sounds And Words. We Make A Little Form, And We Gain Composure.

We Ran As If To Meet The Moon.

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.