The Self Forms At The Edge Of

Simply Do Something Else And Return To It Later To Find The Problem Wasn't A Problem At All. Ruptures Almost Always Lead To A Stronger Project.

Each Night About This Time He Puts On Sadness Like A Garment And Goes On Writing.

I Do Think That Something Of The Effect I Have On People Is To Put Everything On An Edge Where They're Both Infatuated With A Kind Of Charmingness Happening In The Person Or In The Writing, And Also Flatly Terrified By A Revelation Or Acceptance Of Revelation That's Almost Happening, Never Quite Totally Happening.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.