There Are No Inanimate Objects.

One Feels A Quickening Of The Pulse When One Crosses A Border.

All Acts Performed In The World Begin In The Imagination.

To Live Exhilaratingly In And For The Moment Is Deadly Serious Work, Fun Of The Most Exhausting Sort

To Have A Crisis, And Act Upon It, Is One Thing. To Dwell In Perpetual Crisis Is Another.

Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.