The Very Impulse To Write Springs From

Maybe All One Can Do Is Hope To End Up With The Right Regrets.

I Think It's A Mistake To Ever Look For Hope Outside Of One's Self.

The Arts Can Do More To Sustain The Peace Than All The Wars, The Armaments, And The Threats And Warnings Of Politicians.

Can Anyone Remember Love? It's Like Trying To Summon Up The Smell Of Roses In A Cellar. You Might See A Rose, But Never The Perfume.

The World Is An Oyster But You Don't Crack It Open On A Mattress