The World Is Made Up Of Stories,

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

Dreams Are The Sources Of Action, The Meeting And The End, A Resting Place Among The Flight Of Things.

The World Is Made Up Of Stories, Not Atoms.

Reality Is The Completion Of Experience.

I Am Working Out The Vocabulary Of My Silence.