The Use Of Language Is All We

A Daydreamer Is Prepared For Most Things.

Not Even The Most Devastating Truth Can Be Told; It Must Be Evoked.

But He Doesn't Love Her. I Invented That. It Is A Plot If You Imagine People In Love--the Lazy Looping Criss Crosses Of Love, Blows, Stares, Tears. No. It Doesn't Happen. No Love. People Meet, Touch, Stare Into One Another's Faces, Shake Their Heads Clear, Move On, Forget. It Doesn't Happen.

Just As Our Historical Beginnings Are Utterly Mysterious-why Are We Born? Why When And As We Are?-so Too Are The Beginnings Of Works Of Art And Of "artists.

Betrayal Is The Deepest Wound. Betrayal Is What Remains Of Love, When Love Has Gone.