The Silence Is Perfect, And Yet A

Bookish People, Who Are Often Maladroit People, Persist In Thinking They Can Master Any Subtlety So Long As It's Been Shaped Into Acceptable Expository Prose.

There Are Chapters In Every Life Which Are Seldom Read And Certainly Not Aloud.

These Are Frightening Times...when She Feels Herself Annointed By Loneliness.

I'm Concerned About The Unknowability Of Other People.

Open A Book This Minute And Start Reading. Don’t Move Until You’ve Reached Page Fifty. Until You’ve Buried Your Thoughts In Print. Cover Yourself With Words. Wash Yourself Away. Dissolve.