The World Is Alive And No Living

Poetry And Prison Have Always Been Neighbors.

There's No Place On Earth With More Dumb Girls Per Square Foot Than A College In California.

Probably All Of Us, Writers And Readers Alike, Set Out Into Exile, Or At Least Into A Certain Kind Of Exile, When We Leave Childhood Behind...the Immigrant, The Nomad, The Traveler, The Sleepwalker All Exist, But Not The Exile, Since Every Writer Becomes An Exile Simply By Venturing Into Literature, And Every Reader Becomes An Exile Simply By Opening A Book.

Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

In Some Lost Fold Of The Past, We Wanted To Be Lions And We're No More Than Castrated Cats