The Story Of Each Stone Leads Back

I Also Think That Life Itself Is Both Indifferent To Us And The Source Of All Of Our Joys And Everything That We Love. And It's Necessary To Accept The One In Order To Love The Other.

I Think There's A Kind Of Desperate Hope Built Into Poetry That One Really Wants, Hopelessly, To Save The World. One Is Trying To Say Everything That Can Be Said For The Things That One Loves While There's Still Time.

We Are Asleep With Compasses In Our Hands.

I Think It's Good For Anybody To Learn Languages. Americans Are Particularly Limited In That Way. Europeans Less So... We're Beginning To Have Spanish Move In On English In The States Because Of All The People Coming From Hispanic Countries... And We're Beginning To Learn Some Spanish. And I Think That's A Good Thing... Only Having One Language Is Very Limiting... You Get To Think That's The Way The Human Race Is Made; There's Only One Language Worth Speaking... Well, This Isn't Good For English.

To Say What Or Where We Came From Has Nothing To Do With What Or Where We Came From. We Do Not Come From There Any More, But Only From Each Word That Proceeds Out Of The Mouth Of The Unnamed. And Yet Sometimes It Is Our Only Way Of Pointing To Who We Are.